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My heart pounds as I hold his gaze. “You.”
I’m not sure what kind of reaction I’m expecting, but it’s certainly not him pushing back his chair, standing and reaching for my hand. “Excuse us,” he says to the rest of the table. “Daisy and I need a moment.”
He doesn’t say another word as he leads me across the room, his hand gripping mine. The second we reach the hotel foyer, he turns, presses me against the wall, and cages me in with his arms.
“What are you doing?” I ask with wide eyes.
“I’m just making sure we’re on the same page.”
“Okay.”
“When you say you’re ready, does that mean you’re mine now? That I get to keep you? Marry you?”
“You want to get married? That’s moving fast, don’t you think? I’m not even your girlfriend yet.”
“Oh, you’re most definitely my girlfriend, darlin’.”
“I am?”
“You are,” he says, moving one hand from the wall to cup my face. “And when you’re ready, I’m going to make you my wife. I’m going to adopt Jonah, so I can claim him as my—”
My hand flies to my chest. “You want to adopt Jonah?”
“You got a problem with that?”
“No.” I grasp the lapel of his tuxedo jacket. “Not at all.”
“Good. And when you’re ready for more, I’m going to fill …” He pauses and clears his throat. “I want to expand our family.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.” His gaze softens. “I want you to have all my babies, Dais.”
“All? How many are we talking?”
He gives me one of his disarming smiles. “Enough that the house is always loud,” he says. “Enough that there’s never an empty seat at the dinner table, but not so many that we need to put tags on them so we can remember their names.”
I wince. “That sounds like I’m going to be busy.”
“So busy,” he says as the pad of his thumb skims across my cheek. “Just a heads up, I’m going to be buried deep inside you every chance I get.”
“So I can look forward to being on my back for the foreseeable future?”
He barks out a laugh. “Or on your knees, or on top if you prefer.”
“Hmm,” I hum, trying to look unimpressed, but if this man can make love half as well as he kisses, I’m up for all of the above.
“Now that we’ve got that out of the way, are you ready to have your brain fried?”
I gasp. “You’re not taking your shirt off at your brother’s wedding, Nolan.” He’s been finding any excuse he can to be shirtless since I told him how much it affects me.
He gives me a cheeky wink. “I’ll save the abs for when we get home, darlin’. Right now, I’m just going to kiss you.”
All eyes are on us when we return to the table, so once we’ve retaken our seats, I fix my gaze on my lap like it’s the most fascinating thing in the room.
A few seconds later, Nolan’s phone chimes. He slips it from his pocket and holds it low as he reads the message. From where I’m sitting, I can see the screen.
Bennett: I suggest you two wipe your mouths. You both look like clowns who just escaped from the circus.
