“That she would have my last name?”
“That she wouldn’t have mine.”
Our eyes meet, and she looks so sad.
That idea never crossed my mind either.
I’m about to change the subject when my phone pings. An email from my dad lights up the screen, Homes to Consider in the subject line.
I shut off the screen before Sydney sees it.
We’ve covered enough topics for one night.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Mark
I’m just digging myself a hole. Deeper and deeper I dig.
But I can’t stop.
I’m too crazy about her, and I want us too much to bring it up right now.
“I thought about you all day,” I say, hoisting Syd up onto the kitchen table.
And then there is this part of our relationship, the easiest part of our relationship. Everything syncs together when it comes to intimacy. It always has for us.
“About me? How?”
“Like this, on the table, legs spread for me, and your ankles hooked behind my back. I knew I should have woken you up before I left for class this morning.”
“Yes”—her fingers thread through my hair— “you should have definitely done that.”
I step back long enough to unbuckle my belt and free myself from my boxers. Syd sits up to loop her thumb in the sides of her thong and slide it off. As soon as we are both bare, I jerk her to the end of the table.
“Is this bad? Having sex on our kitchen table?”
“It’s definitely not bad,” I say, holding myself at her entrance and gliding the tip of my cock over her.
“Nope. It’s not. It’s so, so good.” She lays herself all the way back and hangs her arms over her head. “Stop teasing me and put it in already.”
“Greedy today.”
“For you, yes, always.”
In that case, I slide myself inside her, grabbing her hips with force as I thrust.
“Yes!”
She might be screaming it, but my mind is right there with her. Being with Sydney is like my world is complete. Being with her is a gift I will never be thankful enough for. I pull back and slowly push back in.
God, she’s amazing. I feel sorry for every sad soul out there who doesn’t know what this feels like.
Syd hooks her ankles behind me and tugs. She wants it fast and rough. I swear, pregnant Syd is a vixen in bed. I’m curious if this will still be her thing after the baby is born.
As if we are racing to the finish, Syd cries out just as my release sprints through me.
“Boy, oh boy, we are getting good at that,” she says as she hops down to redress herself.
