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“Come on,” I tell her, turning and heading towards the door. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
And with that, I turn and head out of my bedroom. Not because I want to, but because if I don’t leave right now, I’m liable to crawl into bed with her and bury myself so deep inside of her, I’ll never want to stop. Because if I know one thing about Lexi Summer, it’s that one little taste won’t be enough. Like a drug, she’ll be my addiction.
And she will be mine.
Ten minutes later, Lexi joins me in the kitchen. She’s wearing the same red pants and black sweater she wore last night. The same clothes I saw her strip out of last night while she stood in the middle of my room. Yeah, I tried to turn away. She was trashed and I wasn’t about to take advantage, but as hard as I tried, my eyes just wouldn’t look away. And she knew it, too. She undressed slowly, shaking her hips and ass, knowing that my eyes were glued to her, enjoying the hell out of the show as she went.
“What’s that smell?” she asks, taking a seat at the old beat up table in the kitchen.
“French toast. I almost made eggs, but I always crave carbs after a night of drinking, so I took the chance that you’d do the same,” I say as I pull the pan of warm French toast from the oven.
“My God, I think I’m in heaven,” she says, her mouth practically watering as she gazes at the pan as if it were filled with diamonds.
“Eat up,” I tell her, secretly loving how happy she is. My brothers love French toast, which is why it’s one of the few things I know how to make.
She douses two pieces of bread in syrup and shovels half a piece into her mouth. She’s not a dainty eater, and that thought excites me. I’d rather have a woman who eats real food than one who pretends to get full off garnish.
“I think I love you,” she groans with her mouth packed full of food. I can’t help the laugh that slips from my lips.
“We should get married then,” I tell her casually, but the way she chokes on her food, I’m guessing she doesn’t find the humor.
“I don’t think so,” she says after swallowing. I almost audibly groan as I watch, but I suppress the noise.
“You’ll change your mind.” Shrugging my shoulders, I go back to eating my food.
“Doubtful,” she mumbles.
After breakfast, where we both scarfed down three slices of French toast, I collect the dirty dishes and set them in the sink. I can feel the nerves starting to set in, and I’m not really sure how to take that. I don’t get nervous, especially around women, but I find myself almost out of my element with this fiery little woman.
Oh, what do I have to be nervous about?
We’re getting to that.
“Thank you for breakfast. I’m gonna head out,” she says, pointing towards the door.
“Wait,” I say, grabbing her hand before she can run far, far away. That, and I really just like to touch her. Her skin is so soft and smells fucking amazing. “I want to talk to you about something.”
Leading her into the living room, we take a seat beside each other on the couch. Our knees touch, but she doesn’t pull away, which makes me smile a little on the inside. Of course I don’t show it. She’ll eat me alive. “What’s up?”
Clearing my throat, I just decide to put it all out there. “You want to have a baby, right?”
Alarm clouds her eyes as she gazes over at me. She’s on high alert and doesn’t say anything. Maybe she doesn’t remember telling me last night all about her desire to get knocked up, but there’s no way I could forget it. Especially after my idea started to grow roots.
“Yeah,” she whispers, her tone defensive and her foot tapping a heavy beat on the carpet.
“Well, I’ll give you a baby.”
She blinks once, twice, a dozen times. I don’t say anything else, but wait for her reply. My heart is pounding and my own desire to tap my foot is strong, but I hold off. Her eyes search my face, looking for something, but I’m not sure what. The she starts laughing. Like full-belly, rolling on the ground, grasping your stomach in side-splitting pain, kinda laughing.
“Oh my God, that was the best joke I’ve ever heard,” she says, wiping tears from under her eyes.
“I’m not joking, Lex.” Again, I wait for my words to sink in.
Slowly, her laughter subsides and her eyes change from humorous to serious to disbelief. “Of course you are. That was a joke,” she insists.
“Not even a little bit,” I confirm, giving her a smile. “You want a baby, and I can give you one.” Lexi starts to shake her head and opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “Just wait a second. Hear me out.”
Standing up, I drop to my knees in front of her. Her eyes are wide with shock as she stares straight at me. “You need sperm, and well, I have some. Do you really want to have a baby with a turkey baster?”
