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She rolls her eyes. “Who said anything about more?”
“I did, just now.” I kiss her gently. “Because I’ve been thinking.”
“I see that. You’ve been thinkinga lotapparently.” She pushes me playfully. “Did I give you the impression that I wanted more babies with you?”
“At the rate we’re fucking, it’s bound to happen.”
“Fair point.” She leans back against the pillow, studying me with a thoughtful smile. “You really want more kids?”
“I want a family,” I say, only now realizing how true that is. Hearing the words out loud makes everything else seems so trivial and obvious.
“Hard to be a family if we’re just—” She shrugs, gesturing between us.
“What if we weren’t?” I ask quietly.
“Weren’t… what?” She sits up on one elbow.
“If we weren’t only business.” I reach out to stroke her cheek. “What if we gave this a real try?”
She hesitates, not speaking. I let those words hang between us, tasting how they feel and growing more confident by the moment.
I don’t know what she’s thinking or what she’s feeling, but I’m sure this is what I want, even if it’s a huge risk.
Bringing her into my life, deeper into my family, that might end in tragedy.
Nothing is for certain in my world, not when the stakes are so high.
It won’t be easy for her, trying to do this the right way, to make it real, but I’m beyond sure she can handle it, especially after watching her move so effortlessly through a crowd of billionaires tonight like it was nothing.
My parents are probably always going to hate her—especially my father—but she can handle that too.
She’s so much stronger than she realizes, but I can see it, and it’s going to be my job as her husband to make sure she figures it out for herself.
“You want to be my partner?” she asks, tone gentle. “Like, for real? Not for some baby deal?”
“I want to drop the pretext that we’re anything but married and together.”
“Pretext?”
“You’ve been sleeping in my bed every night. We’ve been fucking—”
“Becauseyoucan’t keep your hands off me.”
“No argument here.” I touch her cheek again to underscore it. “But I think it’s time I said out loud that I want this. I want you, Dara, for real, not as some business thing, not because it’s convenient, but because it’s you.”
She stares at me, blinking slowly—then lunges forward and kisses me.
I grunt, rolling onto my back. She practically attacks me, kissing hard, laughing a little as she does it. I kiss her back, not sure what the fuck is happening right now, but not minding it one bit.
She pulls away, grinning huge. “You’re sure?” she asks, breathless.
“I’m sure. What are you—”
She doesn’t let me finish, only kisses me again. No words are spoken, no agreements made, no promises or deals, but I know as well as she does what her kisses mean.
We’re doing this.
No more halfway, no more flirting with the idea.
