An amused grin crawls over his face. "Don't you remember what that means?"
Whatwhatmeans? My gaze must be as blank as my fuzzy head feels. "Cut me some slack. I'm still half asleep!"
"Remember what we're building the deck for?"
Our wedding ceremony. We could have held it on the porch because it's definitely big enough for the small handful of people we're planning for, but we both wanted it to happen overlooking the back yard.Between the weather not cooperating and the hot tub being on backorder, it's taken a little more time than we thought.And now that it and the wedding arch are almost done—
"Oh, my God!" I sputter, choking on my latte. Theweddingarch. "Next week. We're getting married next week!"
"Damn right we are," he chuckles smugly. "I'm locking you down every way I can. There's no getting away from me now. And then we get a year-long honeymoon. Speaking of...the rings are ready. Want to go with me to pick them up?"
These Shays really take their honeymooning seriously.
"Yeah, of course." I can't wait, really. Gulping down the rest of the food, I chase it with the latte until the straw gurgles. "Let me get dressed right quick."
"Wait. You have something on you." He moves the tray to the foot of the bed.
I don't recall dropping food on me, but I look down anyway. "Where?" I frown. There's nothing there.
"My mouth. Right...here."
"Wha—? Ooh." My confusion turns into pleasure as his hot mouth wraps around the tip of my breast. I grip his hair and fall back against the headboard. "Amos," I chuff, "I'm not complaining—much—but the rings?"
His teeth nip me. "They'll wait for the next little bit. Would you do something for me? I know it's your birthday, but I've been thinking about this for a while."
"Oh, Lord." There's no telling what's about to come out of this man's mouth.
"I bought you a present"—suck—"but I don't know if you'll like it."
The sight of him practically inhaling my breast makes me forget all about my soreness. I'm foolishly hoping the extra heaviness and sensitivity in my boobs is because I'm pregnant (it's been six weeks since my last period), but I'm not telling him until I know for sure. "What'd you get me, baby?" I breathe out. "I'm sure I'll love it because it came from you."
"An electric breastpump."
"What?" Did he just say what I thought he said?
His big hands heft the weight of my globes, calmly thumbing the areolae as he stares into my soul. "How would you feel about inducing your milk?"
"For you or for a baby?"
A faint grin tips his mouth. "You know me so well. How about we start with me and then a baby?"
"Let me get this straight. You want these"—I jiggle them in his face—"to start producing actual breast milk so you can drink it."
"Yep."
"Thenifwe have a baby, adopted or biological, you'll back off so he or she can drink."
"Actually, your body's capable of making enough for the both of us. Supply and demand, you know." His eyebrows waggle. "We demand, you supply."
"Oh, my God!" I nervously laugh before sobering. "Oh, my God. You're serious. Why, though?"
"It's a kink I want to do with you. I've never had these thoughts about anyone else—just you. And don't you agree that feeding your husband from your body is hot as hell?" He brushes a taut nipple with his lips. "The closeness and bonding of skin to skin with eye contact?"
I can't deny the zing of arousal that shoots to my clit when I think of thetimeswe've done just that. Shifting to relieve the throbbing pressure, I blurt out, "Do you realize how committed we both have to be for this, if it's even possible? With my hormones so out of balance, it may not be, even taking supplements. And if it is, how long do we do it? And any kids...what about them?Hang on, kids. Daddy's thirsty and needs Momma to make him something to drink. In the bedroom.What if they grow even more ginormous and need emptied every hour? Quit laughing! I'm being serious. Stop—put me down!"
Amos manhandles me so I'm astride him. "Valid points, Mercy. Valid points. You're right—it may not be possible. But if itis...God, baby, that'd be so hot. I'm committed and prepared to learn if you are." A gleam of lust shines in his arctic eyes. "And I'm more than willing to milk those sweet tits day and night. As often as I need to so I can drink you down."
Thatdoespique my curiosity. And libido.
