Page 31 of Forever: The Companion

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Renzo lingered in the master bathroom’s doorway while Lucia finished her nightly rituals. Mostly cleaning away the makeup of the day, pulling her hair back to secure it while she slept, and putting that melon-smelling moisturizer that made her skin so fucking soft all over. It also made her taste even more edible, not that he was supposed to know how the lotion tasted, but that was a story for another day.

Then, she’d brush her teeth.

Which she had.

And take her pill.

Her birth control pill.

She’d gone back and forth between a few different methods of contraceptive, always letting him know when she switched to something else to try so that he could be extra careful. The pill seemed to be the one thing that didn’t bother her as much hormonally, as she had less mood swings, didn’t gain weight, and wouldn’t have to deal with annoying shit like breakouts. Not that he cared about any of those things, but she did. So, the pill it was and whatever made her happy was just fine for him.

Tonight, she didn’t take the pill.

“You were serious about that, then?”

She peered at him over her shoulder. That towel she’d wrapped around her form after getting out of the shower slipping slightly, but she didn’t bother to fix it. He was hoping that soon, the towel would be gone altogether. Matter of fact, he seriously hoped she left it right where she stood before leaving the bathroom, seeing as how he was already hard from standing there watching her get ready for bed … naked.

“Hmm, what?”

“The baby thing.”

“Why would I joke about that?”

Renzo shrugged. “Never said you were joking—just thought maybe you may have thought about it a little more and changed your mind. I’m never really sure what goes on in that mind of yours, babe, not unless you let me in on all the secrets.”

“Ren.”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t change my mind that easily.”

Right.

She told no lies.

“So, that means what I think it means, then?” he asked.

Lucia’s lips split into a grin that felt entirely sinful as she helped the slipping towel along by pulling it away from her body completely. That left her in nothing but silky, gleaming, gold skin under the soft lights of bathroom. He had the best view of the curve of her waist and the way her lower back melded into a pert, round ass.

Fuck, yeah.

“That means what you think it means, Ren.”

His tongue peeked out to wet the seam of his lips as she walked toward him. “Love you, huh?”

“More than you know.”

Oh, he knew.

He’d know it forever.

When she was close enough for him to grab and drag close, he did just that. Once his lips crashed with hers, the world around him exploded in two things—sensation and need. Both of which warred together, their similarities too much and just enough to make him so fucking selfish to get those things from her.

“God, you better fuck me good, Ren.”

See?