“You have no idea what fast is. We have been together for a few months, and I’ve been going slow, wanting you to be comfortable. But like I told you yesterday, I’m done. I will make sure you’re happy, but I won’t let you continue to put things on hold just because you’re afraid.” I run my hand down her back and kiss the top of her head. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh God.” She buries her face into my chest. “The last time you said that you needed to tell me something, you told me you had my background ran.”
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, ignoring her last remark.
“No,” she says quietly.
“I forgot the condom. I’m clean. I got checked right after we met.”
“I could still get pregnant,” she whispers.
“You could.” I pull her tighter against me. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I’m starting to think you’re the crazy one.” She looks up at me, shaking her head.
“I know what I want. I keep telling you this, baby, but you’re just not getting it. You are it for me.” I lean forward, kissing her forehead.
“How is it possible that you can scare me and make me feel safe at the same time?” she asks, looking up at me, her finger running across my bottom lip.
“I don’t know, Sophie, but I do know that what we have is good. No more running.” I run a finger down the center of her face.
“I won’t run again.” She yawns, cuddling closer to me. I bite back a smile, wondering how one chick can make me crazy happy then make me just plain crazy.
“All right. Let’s go to sleep.”
I settle her back on the bed before letting Daisy into the room. I climb in next to her, and Sophie shifts, her head going to my chest, her arm around my waist, and her leg over mine. I hear her light snore a few minutes after she relaxes. Daisy jumps up on the bed, pushing her way under the covers before settling in. I close my eyes and smile as an image of Sophie, round with my child, flashes through my head.
I know what I want. I always get what I want. And that’s the last thought in my head before I fall asleep.
Chapter 7
Sophie
I wake up when I hear a loud ringing. I’m so comfortable that I don’t want to open my eyes. I pull my leg higher over Nico’s hip, trying to let sleep take me away again. I can feel the slight ache between my thighs, and last night comes back to me, making me smile.
“What’s up, bro?” I hear Nico say right before I feel his lips at the top of my head and he slides out from under me. “Yeah, I was up late,” he tells the person on the phone. My eyes open, and I see that he’s leaving the room.
“Nico?”
“Just a second, baby. My brother’s on the phone,” he says, walking out of the room.
I get up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. “I’m going to get some water if that’s okay?” I say when I see him standing in the hall when I open the door.
“I’ll get you some. Go lay back down, baby. I’ll be right there,” he says, pulling my chin up and kissing me softly on the mouth before turning me back towards the bedroom. After a few minutes, he comes back in the room smiling at me. “Soon. She’s just starting to accept that she’s mine.” He laughs, handing me a glass of water.
“Maybe,” I say, smiling into the cup.
“You are. Do you need me to prove it again?” he asks.
I feel my face heat up, but between my legs starts to throb.
“Sure, man. I’ll call you soon,” he says into the phone before hanging up and tossing it on the nightstand. “Do we need to have another talk?” he asks, crawling across the bed to where I’m lying.
“No. No more talking.” I rub my legs together; the look on his face has my whole body primed.
I can’t believe I hadn’t had sex before. Sex is awesome, something I definitely want to do a lot more of. Then I remember his piercing and how it felt when he was inside me. I want to get a good look at it. I have never even seen anything like that before; it is strangely beautiful on his cock, and it fits him perfectly.
“You’re right. We don’t need to talk to have this conversation,” he states, his body coming over mine, caging me in.
His mouth takes mine in a deep kiss, and before I know it, my shirt is off and his mouth is on my breast, tugging at one of my ni**les. I arch into him, dragging my nails down his back.
“Are you sore?” he asks, looking at me, his eyes dark.
“No.” I tell him a half-truth. I am a little tender, but nothing will stop me from wanting him again.
“Who does this beautiful body belong to, Sophie?” he asks, clamping down on my other nipple.
“Me,” I say with a smile.
“Wrong,” he growls, biting down on my nipple, causing me to cry out. “This is all mine.” His hand runs from my neck, down between by br**sts, over the roundness of my stomach, to between my legs, cupping me there. “You see this?” His fingers wiggle between my legs then up and around my clit. “This is all mine.” His mouth opens on my neck before kissing up to my ear. “You’re mine, sweet Sophie.”
Two fingers plunge into me, causing my head to bend back and my hips to lift up. I don’t argue with him; it’s pointless. I’m his, just like he says I am. I love this man. As crazy as it is, I’m in love with him.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he says, his fingers moving more rapidly.