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I rested my face against the soft, warm cotton of his T-shirt. His lips were against my temple.

“It’s going to be okay,” he said.

I lifted my face. My lips trembled. “It’s my fault.”

“Nah.” That damn sexy dimple creased his cheek. “You can’t get pregnant if I’m not inside you.”

“You don’t understand.” I dipped my chin. “I didn’t take the morning-after pill.”

He stilled with his fingers still tangled in my hair. “It doesn’t matter. I told you. It was always your choice.”

“And my choice was to take the pill. I didn’t want to force a pregnancy on either one of us.” I pushed away from him. “I don’t know what happened.” Except I did. I’d drowned in my guilt. I’d forgotten to grieve, then forgotten to take the pill. “It was an accident. I never meant to get pregnant. I had every intention of taking that pill.”

“We both know the risks.” His voice took on a sharper edge. “Not taking the pill can be an accident. The condom breaking was definitely an accident. But I’m never going to call a baby—our baby—an accident.” His gaze drilled into me with an intensity that burned. He spoke with the conviction I wished I had. “A surprise, yes—” He audibly swallowed, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “Am I reading this wrong?” He raked his hand over his head. “Are you keeping the baby?”

For the first time, panic laced his voice.

“Yes.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed. I closed the space between us, held his face, and forced his gaze to mine. “Yes. I’m keeping our baby. How could you think I’d do anything else?”

“I’m sorry. Fuck, you scared me.” He blinked but tears still glistened in his eyes. He pulled me close, buried his face in my neck, and sifted his fingers through my hair. Somehow, the hug became a kiss. His mouth was on mine. His tongue slicking the seam of my mouth and slipping inside.

Tonight wouldn’t fix us, but it didn’t have to hurt. I wrapped my arms around his neck, rose onto my tiptoes, and whimpered into his mouth. He controlled my head, angling my mouth to take the kiss deeper. I clutched at his shoulders, needing him just as fiercely. Tongues twisted together. He crushed my body to his, letting me feel the ridged thickness of his cock against my pelvis.

I didn’t know if he moved first or if I did, but I stepped backward until my thighs bumped the bed. When he broke the kiss, I was breathless and aching. My lips were swollen and the heat and heaviness in my chest had seeped lower, into my belly. My pussy clenched, knowing he was going to be inside me.

I sat on the bed, and he ripped his shirt over his head. My mouth salivated. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his hips. I kissed his flesh just above the waistband of his jeans. His abdomen rippled, and he sucked in a sharp inhale.

“Look at me, Jaymi.” I lifted my gaze, opened my mouth, and flicked my tongue along the ladder of his ribs. And then I held his stare as I unsnapped his jeans. The whir of the zipper blended with the raggedness of my breath.

I peeled the fly open, and he pushed his jeans and boxers down his thighs. His cock was thick and hard, stretching toward his navel. I swiped my tongue over the slit, tasting the slippery wetness from the tip.

“Fuck.” He fisted my hair, holding me captive, as if I’d want to stop. I didn’t. Not for tonight. Maybe not forever. Maybe for just a moment. I opened my mouth, and he guided his dick past my lips.

I closed my eyes and sucked his cock. I couldn’t think of anything but him. The scent of his cologne. The musk of his cock. I had the taste of him in my mouth, and I had a need for him deep inside me. I hummed and pleasured him with my mouth and fist.

A guttural growl erupted from him. “I’m too hard. I can’t fuck your mouth the way I need to fuck your pussy.” He jerked his cock from my mouth. And then he was on me. My back was on the bed, my leggings stripped from my body, and my panties clutched in his fingers.

As he shucked his jeans, I tugged my oversized T-shirt over my head.

“Condom,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

“We don’t need one.”

He hovered over me and slid between my thighs. “I love you, baby.” His lips claimed mine, but there was a tenderness to the way he captured my mouth. His cock nudged my opening and pushed into me. Oh god. I moaned as the hard thickness stretched me. He felt so good.

Like he belonged inside me.

The smooth skin slipped against my soaked core. I gasped, tilted my pelvis, and locked my legs around his lean hips.

He buried deep, and then he began to move with slow strokes. His hazel eyes stared into mine. He softly kissed me, teasing my tongue and sucking on my lips. I held to his shoulders as my back arched in tandem with his thrusts.

He wrapped his palm around my thigh and shifted his angle. “I want to spend my life fucking you just like this.”

I gasped a breath, gripped him harder, and crushed my breasts against his chest. He couldn’t know how his words affected me. How much they scared me. How much he sounded like my past. We weren’t supposed to be thinking about forever. Not yet. It was too soon. Neither of us was ready for more than this.

His tempo increased. Knowing just how to fuck me, he railed into me. Juices soaked my core. The wet sounds of our bodies coming together echoed in the room. Ragged gasps followed uncontrollable moans. My body was his. And so was my heart. I felt him in the deepest part of me.