Page 89 of Piece Of Me

“Ten.”

“Ten?” Scarlett chuckled. “I can’t imagine being pregnant for ten years.” She paused. “Two.”

“Three.”

“Deal.”

“We better get started on that, Mrs. Pullman.” His mouth was near her ear, by the spot that made her melt.

“But we’re in the kitchen.”

“So you said.”

“I don’t think Rosie would appreciate it.”

His mouth moved lower, now at the base of her neck. He licked at her pulse and slipped his hand inside the bodice of her dress. “I think Rosie would understand.”

“We need to leave soon.” God his touch felt good.

“We’ve got forty-five minutes.” He’d pulled down the bodice and his mouth closed over her nipple.

She was losing her mind. And they were in the kitchen. Which wasn’t far from the study. “Let’s go,” she said hoarsely, pulling him after her.

She would let him thoroughly love her. And maybe they would make a baby. Then she could sleep. Content. Happy. Excited for a future with this man.

All the pieces of her heart intact.