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“One more?” he whispered against my lips.
I groaned. “You’re going to break me.”
Ian licked along the edge of my jaw and slowly steered us back toward the bed, where he pushed me onto my back and gently spread my legs open. He didn’t move to remove the shirt, and I fiddled with the buttons while he stared down at me, facial expression ravenous.
“I thought you needed twenty-four hours,” I teased.
He licked at his bottom lip, and the filthy look in his eyes had my stomach flipping. “I do.”
Then he quirked an eyebrow and settled his big body between my legs and lowered his head, licking a long stripe between my legs while I clutched at his head. “Just having my breakfast early,” he murmured, eyes locking on mine.
With a decadent sigh, I flopped back and stared at the ceiling while he did just that.
Ian
“You sure about this?”
She nodded, brushing a cookie crumb off the edge of her lip. “You should definitely be part of the conversation.”
Harlow and I had snuck in one more round before Sage got home—she was upstairs unloading her backpack—and I was pretty sure my quads would be sore for a week at this rate. But even now, I couldn’t stare at her mouth for too long without wanting to start all over again.
“Stop,” she hissed, laying a hand over my eyes.
I chuckled, tugging it down and kissing her palm. “What?”
Her cheeks were bright pink. “Stop looking at me like you want to toss me onto the table.”
A pleased hum came out of my mouth. “Excellent idea. It’s sturdy enough.”
She rolled her eyes. “Good thing I’m on birth control, or I’d be halfway to pregnant by now.”
I picked up her hand, kissing the tips of her fingers, imagining her round with a child. With our child. “Whenever you want to get off it…” I mused, leaving the rest unsaid.
She snorted, her eyes warm and happy. “One day of sex, and he’s ready to knock me up.” Harlow leaned in and kissed me with a soft brush of her lips. “What a caveman you are.”
I grunted, trying to sneak my hand under the hem of her shirt. She smacked it away, shifting her chair out of my reach. I frowned.
The sound of Sage pounding down the stairs had us sitting up straighter in our chairs. If there was any hesitancy on her part, even the slightest hint that she was disappointed or worried, I was prepared to let them stay at the house, and I’d sleep in the guesthouse on my mom’s property until she felt more comfortable with the idea.
Harlow didn’t look nervous, but I had a knot in my stomach, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t undo it. This was big. Possibly the biggest conversation we’d have to have about our relationship, and the only one that could derail us.
Sage hopped off the landing, her hair a messy knot on the top of her head. “How was your dinner last night, Mom?”
Harlow darted a look at me, and I gave her a tiny smile.
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”
Sage paused, glancing between us nervously. “Okay.”
Harlow nudged one of the open chairs toward her daughter, and she sat down slowly, immediately picking up on the serious tone in the room. We’d purposely chosen seats next to each other, and underneath the table, Harlow wove her fingers through mine as I settled them on top of my thigh.
“I didn’t end up going out to dinner with Coach Scott,” Harlow started.
“Oh. How come?”
“It didn’t seem like it would be fair to him, if I did.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “So I came back home before I even went inside the restaurant.”
“Not fair? What does that mean?”
