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“So did you,” I pointed out. “Tarzan was your idea.”
He started up the car and a moment later pulled away from the curb. We’d been one of the first couples to leave the party. We’d used the excuse that I was tired, but all the Old Ladies had looked at me with knowing grins.
“You’re good with kids,” I said quietly.
“Am I?”
I nodded. “Yes. It was…unexpected.”
Seeing Slash pretend to be Tarzan had alleviated a concern I hadn’t even truly been aware I had. It was one thing to be worried about him as a partner. It was another thing entirely to worry about him being a good father.
I could see it, I realized. Slash in the middle of the night, crooning to the baby and changing its diaper.
It suddenly felt real.
My hand went to my stomach, and I looked down. I wasn’t even close to showing. Hell, I hadn’t even had my first ultrasound yet. I hadn’t spent any time thinking about if it was a boy or a girl, or what I wanted. The books were on my nightstand, but I hadn’t started reading them yet.
The truth was, I hadn’t really given much thought to the future where the baby was concerned. I lived in a studio apartment over a bakery, in a building that had been in my family for three generations. It would be fine in the interim, but what about later?
What didlaterlook like?
Slash reached over and took my hand. His touch calmed my nerves and eased my worries, but when he started stroking his thumb across my skin, he ignited my lust.
It pooled in my belly and made my mouth dry.
Slash parked in the spot behind the bakery next to his motorcycle. I removed my seat belt and immediately turned to him.
“Slash, I—”
His lips came down on mine, hungry, fierce, possessive. I sank into him. The last few hours of fun and conversation had swayed my attention from what was going to happen between us, but the promise of it came roaring back with a vengeance.
We broke apart long enough to get out of the car. My hands trembled when I took the keys from him and unlocked the back door.
When we got to the door of my apartment, I turned and met his gaze. It was hot, all-consuming.
He reached up to cradle my cheeks and stared down at me. “You sure about this?”
I nodded slowly.
He moved so that his leather cut brushed against the front of me. “If you let me into your bed, I’m not leaving it again. Think about what that really means, Brooklyn.”
It meant we were going to be more than just two people raising a kid together.
I stood on my tippy-toes, trying to reach his mouth.
With a groan, his lips touched mine and he hauled me into his arms. My head spun and my skin flushed. I was dizzy with want, and nothing else mattered.
We stumbled into the apartment, stripping out of our clothes as we went. I tossed my jacket and staggered as I tried to get my boots off.
Slash placed his leather cut on the couch, and then he stalked toward me. Suddenly, I was in his arms, my legs wrapped around his waist as he carried me to the bedroom. It felt so familiar. Our first night together had been the same.
Passionate. Feral.
He plopped me onto the bed and took off the rest of his clothes, baring his skin and ink to me. I vowed to study it later when I was sated and tired and had already had my fill of him. But for now, I wanted him inside me, stretching me, making me scream as I clawed his back.
I quickly divested myself of my dress and whipped off my thong.
His gaze darkened and he gripped his erection.
