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“So, is that a yes?” I asked, my voice a little shaky.
“Of course it’s a yes,” he said, leaning in to kiss me.
The kiss was sweet at first. Something soft and romantic, yet savoring. He detoured to pepper my forehead, and then my cheeks, with quicker, more playful kisses. He was showering me with such sweet, excited affection that the next kiss we shared between our lips was almost a shock.
The second time his lips met mine, it was more a pursuit than a celebration. It was a claiming. He lifted one hand to hold my chin, stopping me from escaping the almost hungry quality of this kiss. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt, but it was hard enough to feel completely different from the sweetness of the first.
I let out a little hum as a wave of warm desire washed over me from head to toe. I felt the unconscious urge to clench my thighs together as that wave settled in my lower belly.
Cole hummed in turn, breaking from the kiss noisily, flicking his tongue against the edge of my lip.
“Want to start now?” he asked me.
“Start what?”
“Making a baby,” he said. “Did you think I would be able to let you sleep after you dropped that on me, sweetheart?”
That term of endearment came out less like a pet name and more like the hungry growl of a beast about to pursue its prey. It lit me on fire, my skin tingling and pocking with goosebumps.
“I figured you would be tired,” I said through a little gasp.
“Not anymore, baby,” he said. “Now I’m wide awake.”
I giggled softly and gave him a quick kiss. “I have to go work out the birth control thing,” I said. “So as much as I want to say yes, we probably wouldn’t actually succeed in conceiving tonight. Besides, I’m about to go through gene therapy, and we still don’t know what that’s going to do to my body, you know?”
“Ah,” he said. “Maybe we ought to just do a test run then.”
He sat back on his knees before hooking a hand beneath the bend of my knees and yanking me toward him. I yelped with surprise before giving a bit of a wild giggle. “Cole, where are we going?” I asked.
“Well, I’m lying down,” he said. “And you’re going to come take a nice little seat on my face.”
“W-what?” I asked, aghast. “I thought we were practicing.”
“We are,” he said, his grin sharp and hungry. “But first, we have to warm up. Don’t we, sweetheart?”
I bit my lower lip, trying not to look too excited as his hands went to the waistband of my pajama pants. He quirked one eyebrow at me as he plucked at the bow tied there and unwrapped me like a birthday present. Tugging the pants off me, he threw them over the side of the bed, already brushing the thumb of his free hand over the curving mound between my legs.
“Someone is ready to go already,” he said playfully. “Don’t tell me you have a breeding kink, too.”
I flushed, pulling the hem of my shirt down between my legs and over the part of me that was so blatantly giving me away. “N-no!” I squeaked. “I always get like that when we kiss.”
He gave me a crooked grin that was equal parts sexy and infuriating. “Is that right? A little bit of making out really do that much for you, sweetheart?”
“Stop making fun of me,” I whined with a pout.
“Oh, baby,” he said, grasping onto my thighs with his strong hands and pulling me even closer until our hips were almost flush. I could feel his erection already pushing against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs. “I am not making fun of you, sweetheart. I’m fucking delighting in how utterly ruinous you are.”
“Ruinous?” I repeated with a little laugh. “How so?”
He smoothed a hand from my thigh to up the front side of me before fondling my breast over my shirt. “You know what you do to me.”
I frowned, and when he was able to pull his focus away from his own hand on my breast and look at my face, he chuckled. “Does my little wife want to be showered in praise tonight?” he asked. “Is that what that little face is about?”
“Maybe not showered,” I said under my breath. “Just...collecting data...on how I ruin you.”
“I will give you plenty of data,” he promised, leaning forward to scoop an arm under my back and lift me up, sliding me up to sit on his folded legs so that we were almost at eye level with each other. His other hand continued to fondle me over my shirt before he focused more of his attention on the swelling peak of my breast, pinching a little harder than normal to compensate for the plush fabric dulling the sensation.
I melted back into his other arm, head lolling back softly as he watched me come quietly undone, even with that tiny point of contact.
