He hesitates, his nose pressed into my hair. A half-groan rising in his throat.
“Feel that hot river dripping down your thigh?”
“Lordy, yes. We made quite the mess.”
I realize what I’ve said as soon as it’s out.
“Oh! Oh my goodness. That’s from you!”
“We didn’t use a condom,” he confirms and I can’t read the tone of his voice. “What would you think of having my baby?”
I freeze.What would I think of that?
He’s so still, he’s not even breathing and for a few seconds I’m the same.
“I want you to stay with me, Katie. Here. Or somewhere else. I’ll leave the club if that’s what’s best.”
“But your life is the club…”
He strokes back my hair, resting his scruffy jaw against my cheek. “Now my life is nothing without you.”
Oh lord. My heart cannot take this.
I have to force it to slow down.
“Who knew you were such a romantic wrapped up in all those scowls and leather.”
He chuckles softly, in the most intimate way, and the sound warms me from toe to crown.
I’m in love with a mean, ruthless, gun-toting, Harley-riding, protective biker.
And it happened in hours.
“I’ve never thought about a family, life has just been too hard,” I say, choking up a little.
He wraps both arms around me, tight. “Not any more. I want you to think about it. I’d love for you to be the mother of my children.”
Okay. That knocks my mind for a big, happy loop.
A single rapping knock hits the door.
“Give me a minute,” growls Skull…Max.
What do I even call him?
He eases out of me, and uses a paper-towel from a rack by the work bench to clean me up.
His eyes are warm, but his brow is creased.
“For a man who just filled his woman up with baby batter, you look unhappy.”
When he looks me in the eyes, I know trouble’s on the horizon. “We’ve got some things to deal with before I canrelax,” he says. “The important thing is you’re not mad at me for locking you to the bed any more.”
“Am I not mad at you?”
“Well… you did yell my real name while we had sex.”
Oh. The devil.
