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She looked at him in shock. Once again, she was reminded how bad her marriage truly was. She had gotten used to making her feelings small and insignificant so she didn’t bother Brandon with them. This was not Brandon. There was no need to be anyone but herself. That thought was enough to cause the tears to freely flow once again.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed.
Bryce chuckled to himself before taking her by both hands and walking her over to the bed. Once she sat down, he stood between her legs and placed his hands on her thighs as he stood close and held her gaze. He was close enough that she was surrounded by the heat of his body even though he was barely touching her.
“Shh,” he soothed once again. “I can’t stand to see you cry. Please, talk to me.”
Leaning forward, she pressed her cheek into his chest, finding comfort in his warmth and his scent. Finding comfort in him. After a few moments, she was finally able to turn her thoughts into words.
“I’m so sorry this happened. I wasn’t trying to trap you or anything. You aren’t obligated—”
“Excuse me?” he interrupted. “Do you honestly think that’s my first thought? That you’re trying to trap me? You should know me better than that.”
“I told you we were safe. I told you I couldn’t get pregnant. And now look. I just want you to know I wasn’t lying when I said that and that I’m sorry.”
His eyes narrowed as anger flickered across his expression. Feeling unbalanced, it was almost as if she was falling even though she was sitting still. Angering him was the last thing she was trying to do. If anything, she was trying to keep him from being angry. She looked up at him as he took several careful breaths before placing his hands on either side her thighs and leaning closer.
“You don’t have anything to apologize for, but if you keep assuming the worst of me, it’s going to piss me off. I know you. I know you wouldn’t do something to try to trap me.”
She swallowed hard. He’d never been angry with her before. Not truly angry, anyway. But looking up at him, she could see that he was barely containing his anger.
“I’m sorry,” she breathed.
“Stop. Apologizing,” he growled.
“I’m—” she bit her lip to keep from apologizing again.
“Did you forget our conversation about children? What we talked about that night you told me this couldn’t happen? Do you not remember what I said?” he asked, firing off each question before she had time to answer.
“I remember,” she said slowly. “But that doesn’t mean you want those things with me.”
“I want everything with you!”
Clamping her mouth shut, she gazed up at him in shock. Never had there been a conversation about what they were or where they were going. She had just worked up the courage to tell Brittney that she was seeing someone and that someone was Brandon’s brother.
“What?”
“I want everything with you. Knowing what you’ve been through and what you had to deal with in your marriage, there’s no way I could walk into this for something casual. I knew I wanted more with you after that first kiss.”
Once again, she found herself at a loss for words. She wanted more with him, too. The connection she’d felt when she met him didn’t make any sense, but was there.
“You want this?” she asked.
“A family? With you? I know I probably sound crazy, but there’s nothing I want more than to have a family with you.”
Slowly, he leaned forward until his mouth was mere inches away. She didn’t wait for him to close the distance. She leaned forward and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, their groans blending as he pushed her back on the bed. Swiping his tongue through her lips, he deepened the kiss as he ran his hand up her thigh and over her body, his warm touch sending sparks across her fully clothed flesh.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “We came in here to talk.”
“Talk later.”
Surprising them both, Samantha sat up and yanked her shirt over her head and slipped out of her pajama pants. Desperate to feel him inside her, she tugged at his shirt, bringing him out of his trance. While he sat up to pull his shirt over his head, she worked on his pants, pulling his belt free in one move before quickly moving to his button, cursing his refusal to stay in Christmas pajamas all day as she and Rayelle had.
“In a hurry?” Bryce teased.
“Yes,” she said, her voice betraying her as it wavered.
All humor left his expression as he gazed at her with the same amount of need she was feeling. Once their clothes had been removed, he positioned himself above her. Not moving or touching her, he stared down at her, his eyes shining with emotion. It was too much. She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath.
