I brush a strand of hair from her face. “You know what this means, right?”
She tilts her head, brow arched, a smile playing on her lips. “What?”
“We should practice.”
She laughs—a soft, breathy sound. “You’re sweaty.”
I lean in, voice dropping to a rasp. “I am, but you’re not turned off by it.”
There’s a pause. A shift in the air.
Her eyes flick over me, slow and deliberate. “No. It’s pretty sexy, actually, seeing you this way.”
And that’s all it takes.
My hands are on her hips. Her mouth meets mine. The attraction between us is charged with everything unspoken—want, love, possibility.
It’s on.
Her eyes burn into mine, her breath catching when I slide my hands beneath her shirt. “I want to fuck you right now… in here” I say, my voice rougher than I intended.
Magnolia doesn’t answer with words—just reaches for the hem of her top and pulls it over her head, tossing it to the floor. Her skin’s warm, soft, and already flushed with anticipation.
I kiss her hard, not polished or practiced.
Hungry. Urgent.
She melts into me, her arms winding around my shoulders as I walk her backward, not caring where we land. Her back bumps the mirror and she gasps, a breathless little sound that only spurs me on.
Magnolia’s breath hitches as I press into her, one hand gripping her hip, the other cupping the back of her neck. Her eyes are wide and dark, her pupils blown. She’s already flushed—and I haven’t even touched her properly yet.
“You’ve been insatiable lately,” she says, voice breathless as I slide my thigh between hers.
“This is what you do to me. And then you walk in here looking this way… talking about having babies…” I lean in, my mouth against her ear. “How can you expect me to keep my hands to myself?”
She laughs, curling her fingers around my biceps. “I wasn’t trying to tease you.”
“You don’t even have to try,” I say, trailing kisses down her neck. “Simply breathing near me is enough to make me hard.”
A smirk tugs at her lips. “Oh yeah? Prove it.”
My response is a low, dangerous sound.
One sharp tug and her pants are down around her ankles. She steps out of them without hesitation, eyes locked on mine. I hook my fingers under the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her thighs in one swift motion. I step back just long enough to yank my shirt over my head and kick off my shorts.
Then I’m on her again—mouth on hers, tongue sliding deep, hips pinning her to the glass. Nothing stands between us—no clothes, no space, no doubts. Just skin and truth and that one look in her eyes that destroys me every time.
“You want to practice making a baby?” I say against her lips. “Because I do. Right here. Right now.”
Her hands tangle in my hair and she nods, nibbling her bottom lip.
“Say it,” I command, dragging my teeth across her jaw. “Say you want me to fuck you right here so deep you’ll still feel it when you wake up tomorrow.”
She shudders, her voice a whisper. “I want you to fuck me right here so deep I’ll still feel it when I wake up tomorrow.”
I slide my hands to her thighs and lift, pressing her against the mirror. Her legs wrap around my waist without hesitation, and I thrust into her in one slow, filthy stroke. She gasps, nails biting into my shoulders.
I press my forehead to hers. “I want to put a baby in you. Not now. But soon. When you’re ready.”
