“Nice, hey?” A wisp of sound, warm with contentment.
“Nothing better, pussycat.” He touched the top of her head with his lips. “Great anniversary.”
“And we have another coming up tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “You’re going to keep me fucking busy.”
She shifted in his arms so she could see his face. “I absolutely adore you. There, I said it again. Don’t run. I won’t let you.”
“No way. I adore you too. Life’s good right?”
“The best,” she whispered.
“So now that I have you in a good mood,” he said, lightly teasing.
“I’m always in a good mood.”
“I don’t want to fight. I repeat, now that I have you in a good mood,” Rafe said, sensibly ignoring the little bunny twitch of her nose, “I have a question. Feel free to say no.”
“Not more rope.”
“As if you didn’t get all sexed up, but no, it’s something else.”
“I suppose I’m going to learn a whole lot from you since you seem to know everything about—”
He put a finger over her mouth. “Listen.” Having worked herself into a little snit, she tried to wiggle away, but he held her close. “Have you ever been to a sex club?”
Okay, that she wasn’t expecting, but he was obviously waiting for an answer. “Like what kind of sex club?”
“The usual kind,” he said.
“Define usual.”
He laughed. “Or I could define deviant? Or you could just say no. I won’t hold it against you if you’re not a regular at sex clubs.”
She sniffed. “I might hold it against you if you are a regular.”
“Come on, I’ve known you for only twenty-four hours.” He smiled. “How about I say I’ve never been to the one Ganz has invited us to in Paris? Better? So, want to check it out?”
“I can say no, right?”
“Absolutely.” He didn’t give a shit. He’d been to hundreds.
“What’ll I wear if we go?”
“As little as you want, pussycat.”
“Are people naked there?”
“That’s what I’ve heard.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“Survival, tiger. A crazy father, Darwinian boarding schools, a mother who loved me but didn’t want to hear the bad stuff. Count your blessings if you had a normal childhood. So, do you want to go? Ganz needs an answer. He might be leaving for Paris tomorrow.”
“Will I have fun if we go?”
“Oh, yeah,” he said, soft as silk. “I’ll make sure you do.”
“You do have the knack.” Her smile was rich with sated passion, her gaze warm with affection, a playful note in her voice when she said, “Don’t panic now, and I have no idea why I’m asking except thanks to you I’m still feeling a crazy-ass glow—but have you ever thought about having children?”
He suppressed his shock, smiled back, and kept his voice mild as hell. “No, I’ve never thought about it. Too busy, I suppose.” If any other woman had asked him that, he would have been far less polite.
“Me too. Busy.”
“Someday,” he said with disarming courtesy.
“Yeah.”
He smiled and, ignoring the little voice in his head that was yelling, Shut the fuck up, he murmured, “Although, damn, right now, tiger, it doesn’t sound like such a bad idea.”
She laughed. “That’s ’cause we’re still floating in our warm, fuzzy bubble.”
He didn’t do warm and fuzzy; or, as a rule he didn’t. He was a practical man. “I don’t know—for me, watching you get fat with my baby inside you—I’m thinking that’s seriously hot.”
“Pervert.”
“Hey, worshipful hot, okay? All tender and sweet shit.”
“Okay, now you’re just being crazy. My mom said that’s what happened to my uncle; he got baby crazy. She never thought it would happen to the great Dominic Knight, player extraordinaire.”
Rafe’s eyes widened for a second. “Your uncle’s Dominic Knight?” If she’d mentioned it before he hadn’t noticed.
“Yeah, you know him?”
“Not really,” he said. “I’ve seen him here and there over the years. Not lately though.”
“That’s because he’s turned into a saint—well… that’s probably a stretch for Dominic. I used to hear my parents talk about his wildness and kink. Since he married, his life revolves around his family. Kate and the kids are darling though, so there’s no question why he dotes on them.”
Rafe’s brows rose. “Kids?” Now there was a picture. The last time he’d seen Dominic Knight, he’d been covered in naked women.