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Suddenly, I couldn’t swallow. “He said some women weren’t marriage material. So, of course, that meant I wasn’t mother material either, at least in my own head. I’d always hoped they would go together.” I let out a self-conscious laugh. “Yet here I am, setting up baby booty calls. Leave it to me.”
“Kin, you know that’s bullshit, right? What does that even fucking mean?”
“It means I was too focused on my plans for my business and not on making him happy.” I held up a hand when August would’ve leaped off the bed and punched a wall—or gone to look for a man he couldn’t even identify.
August was right that defenders weren’t always related. When I wasn’t looking, he’d become mine.
“His view,” I said carefully. “I knew it wasn’t necessarily accurate, but let’s just say I had some concerns of my own and what he said didn’t help.”
“Which means you internalized his crap and boxed away what you wanted. Until you admitted it to me.” He grabbed my hand and held it to his chest. “Me, Kin. Not just some random dude. You trusted me with that part of yourself, and I’m so grateful. We can do this,” he added quietly. “Our way. In our own time. We don’t need to ask anyone’s permission.”
My throat was so tight I couldn’t do anything but nod.
“Every step of the way, we’ll do it together. Okay? From the tests to the doctor’s appointments to the buying baby clothes and picking out schools and—”
It was impossible not to laugh. “We haven’t even practiced yet, and you’ve already got the kid in elementary school. It might not happen. There are so many variables.”
But good goddess, I adored him for thinking so positively when it was far too easy for me to get lost in the what ifs.
“Of course. However, you remember where we live, right? Crescent Cove is only the procreation capital of the world. And I drink a lot of water from the lake.” He shifted me underneath him and cupped my breast, rolling his thumb slowly over the hardening tip. “The question is, do you?”
“I drink a mix of lake and bottled.”
“Might want to stop that. Anything to up our odds.” August grinned at me and shoved down his boxers.
I goggled. There was morning wood and then there was…that.
“Is the prospect of no condom that exciting to you?”
“Still some leftover from tasting that sweet pussy.”
Right. I’d just let the bright flags of color surely dotting my cheeks do the talking for me.
“This is my first time ever going bare.” He parted my sticky thighs with a groan. “I love the easy access. I was so smart to toss those panties last night. Good fuck, you’re wet.”
It was hard to argue about the location of my perfectly good panties when his long, insanely skilled fingers were stroking my clit before sliding lower to slip inside me. One, then two. I clutched the sheets, trying to remember if I’d read somewhere that an orgasm first helped swimmers to swim.
Whatever, I was on my way to having one. Quickly. That didn’t mean I could stop myself from teasing him.
“Not toss like throw out. Right? Because I loved that—mmm, right there.”
“They’re under the bed somewhere probably.”
“We need to find them.” The word lengthened to several additional syllables as he slid his hands under my ass and just scooped me up toward his mouth.
He held me there, his gaze locked on mine while his tongue swirled and dipped and made the most beautiful mess of me. I forgot about my panties and what Ivy and Rory might hear, clinging to the sheets with one hand and August’s crazy morning hair with the other. He wasn’t being quiet, and I couldn’t be either.
Right now, I couldn’t find it in me to care.
“You taste incredible.” Even muffled against me, the words lit a fire in my blood. He finally lowered me to the mattress, but I still felt like I was suspended.
I arched and clutched at his hair, incapable of being gentle. Already lost, I slid my hand down my belly toward where he was so hard at work, belatedly realizing that he didn’t need my help. But he captured my hand, daring me with his gaze to do exactly what I’d almost done in my mindlessness.
With those intent green eyes focused on me, I could do anything.
I let my fingers wander lower to where I was drenched. He made a low sound in his throat, pushing his fingers into me harder and deeper. Making me release his hair so I could grip the sheets and rock into his strokes. I couldn’t be shy now about touching my clit. Not when I was so close and he was licking at my fingers as they moved over the swollen bit of flesh. Adding more friction and more wetness.
“I’m gonna come.”
