Page 242 of Wait for Him

I shake my head as I close and lock the door, and by the time I turn around, she's disappeared down the hallway, leaving clothes behind her like the world's most sexually aggressive breadcrumb trail.

I laugh under my breath as I follow them. Submission, my ass. This woman could turn following an order into an act of defiance, and God help me, I fucking love her for it.

Her ass is in the air when I walk into the bedroom. Well. At least she follows the important instructions.

I reward her with a sharp slap across one cheek before taking off my clothes a hell of a lot faster than she did.

"Ow." She wriggles.

"Don't start."

I give the other side the same attention, enjoying the immediate flush across her skin before I settle between her thighs, nudging her knees apart with mine. "Such a good girl." My fingers glide between her pussy lips and find her wet and ready for me. "How long have you been wet for me, baby?"

"All morning," she breathes, writhing against my fingers, chasing friction.

I slip a finger inside her, and her answer is a low moan. I turn her beneath me and settle between her legs, kissing her before she can produce another smart-ass remark. She wraps herself around me immediately, hands sliding into my hair as she pulls me closer.

The tip of my cock dances against her entrance as I lean down and greedily take her mouth with mine. Her legs wrap around my waist as our tongues clash, teeth collide, some carnal need to be as close to each other as possible.

I slide in slowly and she lets out a sharp gasp. "Fuck. Jackson. Oh God."

Fuck, I love this.

This position always runs so deep for her, I stretch her to her limits. "Relax," I whisper, moving my lips to her ear and down her jaw while my hand travels up her stomach to her breasts. I roll her nipple between my fingers, and immediately her lower half relaxes, allowing me to slide in a few more inches.

“Fuck, Rose. You feel so damn good like this. Wrapped around me.” I kiss her softly.

Our rhythm slows to long strokes and languid kisses, her hand stroking my hair as she stares up at me, mouth open around soft moans.

"Do you want a baby, Jackson?" She asks very quietly.

I pause and look down at her. Of all the things I expected Rose to say to me in this bed, while we're naked and wrapped around each other, do you want a baby was nowhere on the fucking list.

I stare down at her.

She stares back.

And suddenly I'm extremely aware that this is not dirty talk.

"I want whatever this life offers us. As long as we're us, that's all I want. You, and whatever comes."

I start thrusting again, a little deeper, angling my hips to hit the spot I know makes her tremble.

"Yes. Right there. Please, Jackson."

And I mean it. I do want children. Fuck, of course I do. Jenn told me I'd make a good dad months ago and I had to shove the thought into a mental drawer before it ruined my entire week. But I knew what loving an older woman meant. I knew it before Rose and I ever stopped pretending we weren't heading straight back toward each other, and I made peace with it a long time ago. If the choice is Rose without children or children without Rose, there isn't a choice. I pick her. Every fucking time.

"I stopped my birth control two weeks ago. I want to have a baby."

"Motherfucker," I growl as I fall unwillingly over the edge. Her words detonate in my body and send some kind of fucked-up pleasure signal straight to my cock, because I come instantly.

That's it. That's the best I can do. Two pump chump here.

I stopped my birth control two weeks ago. I want to have a baby.

A minute later I'm buried against her neck, trying to catch my breath while my eyes burn and the same words keep playing on a loop.

I want to have a baby.