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“Ever thought of …” he pauses, his gaze rising from my body to my face. There’s something hidden in his face, some kind of need or desperation that seems almost primal when his eyes lock on mine and his palm flattens against my stomach.
The longer his words hang in the silence, though, the more my anxiety decides to make a comeback.
“Thought of what, Rex?” I rush out, my heart racing and running laps around the hand he presses to me.
“Having a family?” He tilts his head as if he’s read my mind, that same look turning the corners of his lips up. “You’ve let me in. Quite a few times now and we haven’t talked about it.”
“There’s a lot we haven’t talked about.” I squeak out, my throat tight with emotion as my mind plays on my feelings and spins my head around with so many questions.
What if he doesn’t want to?
What if he’s never home?
Do I have the mind for this?
Holy shit, what did I do?
My mind runs with all the bad things. All of the shit that could be wrong. But when his hand grasps my chin and brings my gaze to meet his, I see the softness in his eyes. The sparkle. The wonder.
“There’s not a damn thing we couldn’t figure out, Aria.” His grasp leaves my skin feeling tingly and cool in place of his warmth as his fingertips pick at the tape around his fresh tattoo.
Rex peels the plastic wrap looking shit back, unveiling my name across his neck.
My sight shoots to it, my breath leaving my body like it did the first time I saw it.
“I’m in it, babe. I’ve got your brand.” He sits up, wads the shit from his ink, and tosses it to the nightstand. “I want it all with you.” He promises, his hands finding my face again and tilting me so that he can stare into my soul. “But I want to know what you want, too.”
“Ok …” I whisper. “I do.”
I’m overcome with emotion. Overwhelmed with the feelings this man brings out in me, the things he makes seem possible and easy even when they shouldn’t be.
“Just tell me what.”
Rex leans in and kisses me. His lips are soft and swollen, warm against mine as he leans all in and shows me tenderness. He shows me caring and effort.
He shows me his love. The kind that leaves me breathless when he pulls away, tears pricking my eyes.
“I want it all,” I whisper. “Every bit you’re willing to give me.” I breathe the words. “I miss you so damn much when you’re not around.”
“Alright, babe.” He grins, big and toothy, the love shining in his gaze on my naked body. “Then let’s practice makin’ some fuckin’ babies.”
By the time Rex is done ravishing me for what feels like the 300thtime tonight, it’s morning.
We haven’t slept a wink.
The sun peeks over the horizon through my window in this small apartment above the studio and paints the sky with brilliant purples and blues and pinks. I watch on as the colors bleed into reds and oranges in just a few moments.
“I love it when the light touches your skin,” Rex whispers to me. He’s got his head propped up on his elbow to see over me, his body spooning his warmth into my back, his perpetually hard dick tucked between my still-slicked thighs.
I smile, content and satisfied.
“I love it when you touch my skin,” I add, and Rex sighs into my hair, his hands gripping my hip.
“That, too.” He agrees, the breath of his words caressing my ear and blossoming goosebumps across my neck. “So you wanna have my little tatted babies, Aria?”
I snort into a belly laugh.
“I don’t think babies come outtatted, Rex.” I roll my eyes at the thought, he’s not serious about ink on infants.
