Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Right now?” he whispers, his fingers digging into my hip.
“Right now,” I confirm. “Evie and Harlow will keep an eye on Crissy for us, I’m sure. If we tell them we need to call our parents and share the big news.”
“But we’re not going to call our parents.”
“Nope. We’re going to be dirty liars who use our poor, innocent parents as an excuse to get naked,” I say, biting my lip as I add, “But fair warning, you’ll probably have to cover my mouth when I come. I’m already so turned on I seriously doubt I’ll be able to control myself.”
“I love you when you can’t control yourself,” he says.
“And I love you when you’re naked and inside me,” I counter, making his eyes go dark as he says, “Downstairs. Now.”
Just a few minutes later, Harlow is on the Crissy-watching case, and Cam and I are dashing down the stairs to his room. We lock the door behind us and race each other to see who can get naked the fastest. And then we’re back in each other’s arms, tumbling onto the full bed where we made love for the first time, still kissing each other like we’re never going to get enough.
I will never get enough of this man.
His heart, his mind, his body—every part of him is equally and endlessly fascinating to me. Even if we’re lucky enough to get another fifty or sixty years together, I’ll head into the next adventure still wanting more.
Which is why I don’t intend to waste a second of our lives together.
We don’t have time to waste, not if we want a house packed with kids.
“Five?” I ask as Cam sucks my nipple into his talented mouth, making me writhe beneath him.
“Orgasms?” he asks, transferring his attentions to my other breast. “That’s a big number, but I’m up for the challenge if you are.”
“No, not orgasms,” I say. “Kids. I think I want five.”
He pulls back, staring down at me with a stunned expression.
“What?” I ask. “I hated being an only child. I always wished I had tons of brothers and sisters.”
“Me, too,” he says. “And I’ve always wanted to buy a farmhouse upstate and open a little farm-to-table restaurant.” He cups my ass, giving it a squeeze as he adds, “If we up that kid count to seven or eight, we won’t even have to hire staff when we retire to the country.”
I grin. “But we’ll stay in the city until we outgrow the apartment. Say…two or three kids from now?”
“Sounds perfect,” he says, positioning himself at my entrance. “Last chance to tell me to put on a condom.”
“Condoms? We don’t need no stinking condoms,” I say, sighing in pleasure and relief as he sinks inside me, feeling even better than usual. I wrap my legs around him, arching into his thrust. “Damn, I like you bare.”
“Me, too. I can feel how wet you are,” he says, shuddering as he pushes even deeper. “How wet and tight. Fuck, Nat, I’m probably not going to last much longer than I did the first time. You feel too good, and I’m so fucking turned on by the thought of putting my baby inside you, it’s a little crazy.”
“It’s not crazy, it’s our destiny,” I say, rocking with him as he finds the rhythm we like best, the slow, sexy one that makes me keenly aware of how thick he is and how he fills me to overflowing.
I’m overflowing with love and passion and the sense that this is right, and that my second pregnancy will be completely different than my first.
Cam will be beside me every step of the way, supporting and protecting me and our baby, making sure we have everything we need and more. I know it with every fiber of my being, and as I come on his cock seconds before he begins to pulse inside me, I cross my fingers and hope we got lucky on our first try.
I want this baby, Cam’s baby, so much that it haunts me for the next six months.
Our magical elopement in Niagara Falls and the August wedding reception after, come and go, and I’m still getting my period like clockwork.
Cam and I take Crissy to her first day of kindergarten and run home to get naked right after, but even though we hit my ovulation window right on the money, we don’t hit the baby lottery.
We dress up as a family of dinosaurs for Halloween and take Crissy to the natural history museum as a surprise the day after, and I try not to cry when I get my period again in the bathroom while we’re there. I’m not truly sad—I’m overjoyed with my life and my husband and my daughter—I’m just worried that maybe my fertility isn’t in as good shape as I thought, and that I might not be able to make Cam’s big family dreams come true.