Page 75 of Finding Noah

I gave my head a subtle shake. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” She crossed the floor to drop onto the couch beside me, stretching her legs across my lap.

“About how much I love you,” I said, reaching out to wrap her curls around my hand, then leaning over and guiding her lips closer to mine. “And how I'm gonna tie myself up in this hair while I'm fucking you later.”

“Oh, really?” She leaned forward, meeting me halfway to press her lips against mine. “Good thing I'm ovulating.”

Ah, yes. And that was the other thing.

Ever since Meg had turned thirty, the ticking of her internal clock had gone from a quiet, monotonous tone to clanging alarm bells. She wanted a family. She wanted it with me, and I wanted one with her. Badly. There were few things I wanted more than to put my baby in her belly and watch it grow with his or her life. I was desperate for it. Feral even, and the thought of it filled me with a primal desperation that turned me into an animal at the very mention of ovulation.

Fuck, I'd never been more invested in learning about a woman's menstrual cycle in my life. I'd even read whole articles, books, on the topic.

But with every month of trying and failing, seeing the disappointment on her face every time she got her period, I was also starting to wonder if it was a sign.

A sign to wait. A sign that the timing wasn't right. A sign that maybe, just maybe, it wasn't here that we were supposed to start a family but … somewhere else.

But Meg didn't want to be somewhere else.

And that, right there, was the root of the problem. I knew it, but I didn't want to say it. I didn't want to give it a voice.

“You ready to try again?” I asked, ignoring those thoughts of protest.

“I'd try forever just to have a baby with you,” she replied, scooting her butt onto my lap and wrapping her arms around my neck. “But we don't have forever. So, you need to try really, really, really hard.”

“Babe, I have no problem getting anything hard,” I countered, laying my mouth over hers and licking across the seam of her lips.

“Yes, Detective, I can feel that,” she groaned, accepting my tongue into her mouth and kissing me thoroughly and deeply.

It was astounding how quickly she could turn on her arousal, even after five years together. I wondered if it was like this for my parents, or even hers, and then, just as quickly, I sent that thought out the fucking window because who the hell wanted to think about their parents having sex, let alone at the moment their fiancée was unzipping their fly and pulling their dick out of their pants?

“I need this inside me,” Meg mumbled against my lips. “Right now.”

“Skipping the foreplay tonight, I see,” I commented as she stood up and pushed her sweatpants off her hips. “Quick and fast. I'm here for it.”

“Do you need foreplay?” Her eyes dropped to my erection, standing proudly at attention. “Because it doesn't look like you do. But, I mean, if you want, I can—”

“Nope, I'm good. You're running this show, baby. You do whatever it is you wanna do to me, and I’ll be a willing participant.”

She laughed, shucking her pants and underwear before straddling my waist. Ten seconds of making out had been enough to flood that spot between her legs, to make me slide in with little effort, and my head fell back against the couch, my eyes rolling in time with a groan.

“Jesus Christ, Meg.”

“You're so hot,” she muttered, leaning in to trace the length of my throat with the tip of her tongue.

“Fuck. So are you.”

She gripped my shoulders and lifted her hips, only to drop them again, and again, and again, drawing us both closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Will you still think I'm hot when I'm pregnant and huge?”

I lifted my head, sniffing a gentle laugh as I curled my hand once again in her hair and gently pulled her lips to mine.

“Babe, I can't imagine anything more beautiful.”

She pretended to pout, her mouth moving against mine. “You didn't say hot though.”

“Oh, is that what you want? You want me to be so turned on by the sight of you carrying my baby that I'm walking around with a raging boner all the time?”