My head flies up and down in rapid approval. Something hot and wild spills in my chest before trickling down and out like a droplet of ink in water. My core pulses, tugging and tugging as another orgasm hits me. I can’t trap the noises that erupt in the aftermath. He keeps his lips a breath away so they can fall freely.
“You’re mine,” he swears, speaking the two words with utter devotion. “Mine to keep.”
I wrap my arms around him and lift myself off the hood, clinging tightly to his body as he comes. His deep, rumbling growls kiss my throat when he sucks the sweat-slicked skin and keeps me against his chest. The pulse of his cock continues for what feels like minutes as I twitch around him, oversensitive but unable to even think about pulling away.
For the first time in my life, I let a man come inside me without wearing a condom. It’s new, but I’m not afraid. The last time he was inside me without a condom, he pulled out early. And right now, even if I weren’t on birth control, I know I would feel the same. And that . . . That’s how I know Roman’s the right one. Theonlyone.
“Don’t move,” he rasps, smoothing his lips over my jaw and to my cheek. “Not yet.”
“Okay.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“That wasn’t . . .” He trails off, slowly bringing his eyes to mine. “I didn’t use a condom. I’m sorry.”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to use them anymore.”
“Are you—do you—Brielle.”
“I’m on birth control,” I say, battling a smile. “You don’t have to worry about me baby-trapping you.”
His frown is instant. Suddenly, I’m being lifted into a proper sitting position, and he’s grasping my chin, holding it in place. “Babies don’t scare me.”
“What?”
“I know you’re not trying to trap me. But that doesn’t mean that I’m against the idea of having one later.”
The blunt way he speaks of something so life-altering and scary is shocking to say the least. Maybe I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s so confident bringing up these types of things, given his age, but shit. I’ve been out with plenty of guys before Roman, and not a single one of them would have been so bold.
“Are you saying you want to have a baby with me one day, Roman Shore?”
His cheeks go a deep, rare shade of pink. “Don’t make me take it back.”
“No, please don’t. I just didn’t expect to hear that from you,” I tease, gingerly stroking his hair back. “I’ve never put much thought into babies. I like to think I’d be an alright mom someday, though.”
“You’re still too young. I want you to live first. Get your fashion company up and running and experience the world. There are so many places you should visit and sights you should take photos of. I’ve had fifteen extra years than you have.”
“Fifteen years is too long for you to wait. What about five?”
He chuckles, brow twitching. “Five could work. I’d still be an old fucking man by the time that kid is graduating high school.”
“You’d be a sexy silver fox.”
Taking my left hand from his hair, he brings it to rest in the space between us. I swallow when he strokes my ring finger. “Tell me your views on marriage.”
“Right now?” I whisper, my voice disappearing.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Right now.”
I swallow the nerves clotting in my throat. “I’ve never feared being a wife. I love the thought of wearing a puffy white dress and having hundreds of people watch me walk down the aisle to a man who loves me as fiercely as I love him.”
“A dress you’d design?”
“In a perfect world.”
“Your brother would want to walk you down the aisle.”
