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I kiss her neck.
“That’s a yes?”
“No, I can’t move in with you.”
“Why not?” I roll my hips, giving her the perfect amount of pressure in the sensitive spot I know she needs.
“Because…” Sophie grinds up into me. I pull down her shirt along with the cup of her bra, exposing her breast. Carefully, I wrap my mouth around her hardened peak and suck. Testing that sensitivity she was talking about.
“Ahh.” Her fingers push through my hair and grip the ends tightly.
It hurts so good.
“Give me a good reason.”
“We’ve only been together a month. And we weren’t officially together.”
“But we are now,” I argue.
“What?” She pants.
“Officially together.”
“Can we talk about this another time? I just…oh…right there. YE—”
I clamp my hand down over Sophie’s mouth. Her eyes momentarily open to give me a grateful look.
A second later, she’s pulsing around me. The rhythm of her muscles milking my cock pulls me over the edge. I groan into the crook of her neck before emptying deep inside her. Fuck. It takes a full minute for my breathing to even out and for me to pull my face away from the smooth skin of Sophie’s neck.
I push myself up to look down at her. I want to make sure we’re on the same page.
“Sophie Renee Hart, will you officially be my girlfriend?”
She laughs at the formality. But with my questioning look, she nods. “Yes.”
One down, one to go.
“What will it take for you to say yes to moving in? Unlimited orgasms? Foot rubs? Name it and it’s yours.”
Her hand finds my cheek. When her thumb lightly grazes my bottom lip, I kiss it.
“Let me think about it.”
I hate her answer, but I respect it.
I pull out of her, then reach for the tissues on her nightstand to clean us up.
I can’t wait to get her back to my place where she can make all the noise she wants, even if it’s not permanent yet.
As I lie back on Sophie’s bed with her cuddled up in my arms, I realize I didn’t ask the most important question.
“I know it’s a surprise and a lot to process. The baby, I mean. But do you want to keep it? Or are you thinking…”
My words trail off because it’s hard to get them out. I respect Sophie and her right to choose. For us to talk about all the options there are. But I can’t deny that the moment I found out the baby was ours, I was happy. I’m also thirty-five and in love with her. What if this isn’t what Sophie wants? If she’s not ready, I wouldn’t blame her. She’s younger and has a whole life to live that may not include a baby right now.
Her fingertips trail over my bare chest. “Honestly? I was terrified when I found out. But your reaction,” she tilts her head up at me, “was comforting. My mom was a young mother with Griffin. I couldn’t imagine being a mom at twenty on my own.”
“You’ll never be on your own,” I say reassuringly.
