Page 59 of Kiss Me Forever

She let out a long breath and leaned into my touch. “We never did talk about before.”

I frowned for a moment before the memory kicked in.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’m okay. Really. But if we are what we are, as you say, maybe we should get a few things out in the open.”

“I’m not with anyone else.”

“Same here. And we’ve established that. But Reece, I want you to know that I don’t want to hurt Bella. I promise.”

“Neither one of us would be here if you did.” And that was the complete truth.

“I want to be a mom. One day. Only it’s not going to come like it does with most people.”

“Brooklyn, the way I became a father wasn’t exactly routine either.”

She smiled then, and reached down to play with my belt loop.

“I have an oddly shaped uterus and a few other complications that mean I can’t get pregnant. And even if somehow I can miraculously get pregnant, I can’t stay pregnant. I’ve known since I was twenty-two that there were issues, and that means every time I get somewhat serious with somebody, I have to explain to them that the way that they become a father isn’t going to be the route of easiness.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I cupped her face, and kissed her softly, before pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose, each eyelid, and then her lips again. “I’m sorry. That must’ve been painful to hear about.”

“I’m sorry too. And it was.”

“Brooklyn. Look at me.” She did, her eyes so full of emotion that it took everything in me not to hold her until the end of time. “I care because you care. But it’s not a deal breaker for me. Do you understand?”

She swallowed hard. “Okay.”

“Good. Now, we’re going to have to be quiet. Something that neither one of us is very good at. But I don’t want to traumatize any other people in his house.”

She smiled then and I leaned down and captured her lips.

The first time we had been together was hard and fast, and then slower, as we had explored one another in the tub. And over the past couple of weeks when we had stolen time when we could. Moments in her bed and mine when Bella was at camp, or when she was with my parents. But we had never been together in the darkness underneath my roof, with my kid down the hall.

Parents did this all the time, but I was new at this, and Brooklyn wasn’t her mother.

That’s something I would have to deal with later, just the mere concept of it. But for now, I pushed those thoughts from my mind and focused on the woman in my arms.

She tugged on my belt loops, and I pulled back, stripping my shirt over my head. She leaned down to lick at the hoops at my nipples, I groaned at the tug and slid my hands up her shirt to cup her breasts over her bra.

“Reece.”

“Quiet,” I whispered against her ear before nibbling at her earlobe. She was so damn sexy. It was sometimes hard to breathe, and as we stripped each other naked, I didn’t care. All that mattered was she was in my arms, and now in my bed.

After I threw my jeans to the side, she knelt at my feet, and my brows lifted.

“Baby, you don’t need to do this.”

“But I want to.”

“Be careful of the hoop though. Don’t want to hurt those pretty teeth of yours.”

“Well, if you make me gag and my eyes water, we’re going to have a problem.”

I licked my lips and pressed the tip of my dick against hers.

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.”