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“I don’t want anyone else,” I growl. “I only want you. Forever. I swear on my dead mother you’re the only woman I want. I swear on my dead mother this isn’t a trick, a game, anything like that. I fucking swear, Callie, so please stop doubting this. It’s happening. I need you.”
I reach forward and cradle her face in my hands, looking firmly into her eyes.
“This isn’t a game. This is happening. I can’t explain it. But it’s happening.”
She swallows, and then reaches up and touches my hand. “Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Good.” She lets out a shaky breath. “Because I feel the same, Conrad. I felt the same the second I saw you. I’ve been having all these crazy feelings, all these crazy fantasies. It’s like…”
She giggles, the most adorable sound, and her eyes light up temptingly.
“What?” I urge.
“It’s like my womb is talking to me.” She shakes her head. “How insane is that? But it’s what it feels like, like there’s this force inside of me, urging me to have your babies. I can’t explain it.”
I smirk. “Neither can I. But it doesn’t stop it from being real, does it?”
She whimpers and shakes her head. “No, it doesn’t. But I’m sorry, Conrad. I don’t think I can do – you know – that tonight.”
I chuckle and slide my hand down to her shoulder, giving her a squeeze. I have to chuckle or the beast inside of me will force me to leap on her, ignoring her desire to wait.
I’ll tear the blanket from her and bend her over, slamming into that tight heat as her round luscious cheeks jiggle and shake for me.
“You can say it,” I tell her. “Sex. It’s okay.”
She averts her gaze, a cute-as-fuck pout on her lips. “I don’t think I can. I know it’s silly. Do you think maybe…”
“What?” I growl.
She flinches, as though the force of my voice reverberates through her. “Do you think we could lie down for a while, maybe? This has been one heck of a long day. But I don’t want to be apart from you.”
I can read the message burning in her eyes – calling out to me.
If you leave, I might start wondering if this was a trick again.
“Come here,” I say, climbing onto bed with her, lying down, and pulling her into my arms.
She lets out a breathy sigh and lays her cheek against my chest. And moans softly as I trail my fingers through her hair. “That feels nice.”
I make a sound somewhere between an affirmation and a beast’s growl, hardly able to contain myself when I think about her exposed sex beneath the sheets.
But I can’t let myself do anything else with her, not tonight, I have to respect my woman’s wishes.
For now, it’s enough to be with her, listening to the sound of her breathing, knowing she feels the same impossible feelings burning endlessly inside me.
Chapter Ten
Callie
His heartbeat pounds against my ear, the vibrations moving through me until it’s like my own heart joins the rhythm of his.
I smile despite how surreal this all feels, despite the memory of the panties wrapped around the door, if they were panties. His words whisper through my mind, his claim on me, how badly he wants me.
One sentence in particular thunders into me.
I swear on my dead mother.
“Conrad,” I whisper. “Are you asleep?”
He chuckles, causing a smile to touch my lips.
“I can’t sleep when I’m lying next to you, Callie.”
A joke rises up inside of me, a note of banter. Part of me wants to fight it down, my anxiety telling me he’ll laugh at me and not in the way I want. But then I find myself saying it away, blurting it out.
“That’s going to make the rest of our lives difficult, Conrad.”
He laughs again, deeper this time, as his fingers make tingling patterns in my hair. The sensation slinking from my scalp all over my body, pricking my neck, my breasts, my everything.
“Do you believe me now then?” he teases.
I cuddle closer to him, praying this isn’t a dream, that I won’t wake up in my crappy apartment on a lumpy couch with that awful music pounding through the walls.
“Yeah, I think so. It’s what you said. About your mom.”
“When I swore on her?”
I nod, knowing he can feel the up-and-down movement against his chest.
He sighs. “She died when I was a child, a botched surgery. She was only supposed to have her ACL repaired but somebody fucked up, fucked up bad, and… That’s why I wanted to become a surgeon.”
His voice has taken on a dark quality, as though he’s become momentarily lost in the past.
“I wanted to make sure that nothing like that ever happened again. It’s what shaped me, sharpened me like a scalpel. It’s all I thought about, all I dreamt about, for years. And maybe…”
