Her shoulders drop, and her expression relaxes. “I guess it is getting late. And Cherry isn’t expecting me to pick up Lilith until tomorrow.”
I get up and cross the room to her, not feeling quite right until I’m standing in her space, my hands on her hips. “Technically, we’re still on vacation. And I’m well stocked up on condoms.”
She bites her lower lip and looks away. “I’m not sure…”
I back off instantly. “That’s fine. I’ll sleep on the couch, or I’ll take you home. Whatever you want.”
She laughs, grabs my hands, and puts them back on her hips. “What I was going to say is I’m not sure which position I want you to fuck me in first.”
My cock goes instantly hard and my pulse hammers. “We have all night. We can try them all.”
She pops onto her toes and kisses me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Blue
The sun shines through the windows in Garrick’s bedroom, so bright I don’t want to open my eyes. Or maybe I just don’t want to wake up and admit this thing between us is over.
Unfortunately, staying asleep forever is not an option and I have a meeting scheduled for this afternoon when we’re supposed to be back from our ‘vacation.’
Slowly, I open my eyes and look at the man beneath me. He hasn’t kicked me out of bed in his sleep this time. He’s got me wrapped up tight in his arms, my naked body on top of his.
Just for a moment, I wish this was real, that we had a future.
We might have a future of shared parenthood. My blood goes ice cold at the thought and I push off him.
Or, Itryto push off him, but his grip on me is iron. Just like a baby would tie me to him.
At the thought, I get panicky. I push off him hard and he lets go of me with a shout and sits up in bed, eyes wide,head swinging back and forth like he’s looking for whatever is attacking him.
“Sorry,” I say. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
He looks down at his chest and winces as he pats it. “Did you punch me?”
“Maybe? I was having a bad dream. It’s late. I should head home.”
He blinks and rubs his eyes, trying to shake off sleep. “Did something happen? What’s wrong?”
I slide toward the side of the bed. “Nothing. I told you. It’s just late.”
“Demon.” He grabs me and pulls me back tight against his chest. “You’re lying to me. What’s really going on?”
I fake a laugh. “I’m great. I just need to go.”
“Are you regretting last night? Was I too rough or something?”
He was perfect. I don’t think I’ve ever had so many orgasms in one night. And it wasn’t because we had some magic connection, it was because we communicated. I told him what I like, and he listened. “You weren’t too rough. Last night was great.”
“So, what’s really bothering you?”
“Nothing.”
“Demon. I can tell when you’re lying to me.”
I sigh. “I can’t have a baby, Garrick. I can’t be a good mom.”
He snorts. “You’d be an amazing mom.”
