“No, no reason. I guess with Christmas coming and it being a family thing, it got me thinking is all.” She looked down at the floor.
How should he answer that question? What if she didn’t want a family? He couldn’t risk losing her after everything else.
Come on, Chris, think.
“We’ve got all the time in the world to think about family. We’re still young enough.”
“So you’re not ready for a family.”
“I’ll be ready for a family when you are. I don’t want to rush you.”
Even though I’m hoping and praying with everything that is inside me that you’re pregnant right now.
Rachel smiled. “Okay.”
There was more he wanted to say. Instead, he smiled back and placed a hand at her back. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
He took her up to the main bedroom. After phoning the cleaning crew, he’d called a furniture place and organized a bed. Staying behind her, he placed his hands over her eyes. “This is a surprise.”
“I’m excited,” she said.
Opening the door, he kept his hands over her eyes so she wouldn’t see a thing he was about to show her.
“What do you think?” he asked, dropping his hands. She looked at the bed, smiling.
“You bought a bed.”
“We don’t need to go back to the apartment. We’ll collect our stuff, and I’ve already got it on the market. I want whatever you want, baby.”
Holding her hand, he waited for a reaction.
She kept staring at the bed. Tears appeared in her eyes, and he wiped them away with his hand. “Please don’t cry. What do you think? Do you hate it?”
“I love it.” She turned her gaze on his. “I really do love it. This morning, I didn’t think you wanted this as much as I did.”
“I want this with you, Rachel. I’ll do whatever I have to in order to be with you.” Tugging her close, he wrapped an arm around her waist. “You’re my future, and nothing is going to change that.”
“I love you,” she said, winding her hands around his neck. “This is perfect.”
He stared into her eyes and dropped his gaze down to her lips.
“What are you thinking?” she asked. “I see you brought me here under false pretenses.”
“No, I didn’t. I was thinking about trying that bed out. See how soft or firm it could be.”
Rachel ran a finger down his chest. “You’re the devil. You know that right?”
“I’m your devil.” Leaning in close, he claimed her lips, knowing in his heart, he wanted to claim so much more.
She moaned, gripping his jacket in her hands. “I love you,” she said, muttering the words against his lips.
“You’re my life, Rachel.”
Sinking his fingers into her hair, Chris knew there was nowhere in the world he’d rather be than loving his woman.
Chapter Twelve
Pushing all thoughts of her pregnancy aside, Rachel gripped his jacket tighter and pressed up against his body. Heat filled every part of her body. She wanted him badly. The ache started at her core and spread out to her nipples. Her skin felt sensitive to the touch.
Chris plundered her mouth as she shoved the jacket from his body. She needed him naked, to feel his skin against her own.
“Fuck, you’re making me hard, baby,” he said.
“I need you, Chris. Please, fuck me.” She bit down into his lip, not enough to draw blood but enough to let him know she meant business.
He tore at her jacket. There was no finesse about what they were doing. She ripped open his shirt. Buttons sprayed all over the room. Rachel looked forward to picking them up much later. Scoring her nails down his chest, she sought the buckle of his belt.
She worked to get him naked whereas Chris had her bare within minutes. Rachel didn’t know how he did it, only that he was a master when it came to getting her clothes off. His lips slammed down on hers, and together they stepped away from the pile of clothing. Chris spun her, pressing her down on the bed.
In one quick movement, her legs were spread open and he was between them, licking at her core.
Crying out, she sank her fingers into his hair, trying to hold on for dear life as he ravished her bare pussy.
“So fucking tasty.”
Chris made sure she was bare all the time. He took the time to care for her mound.
“Chris,” she said, crying out.
“I know. I want to feel your cream on my tongue.” He licked her clit, going down to circle her cunt before going back up again.
She was so aroused, and she felt her cream leaking down to coat her anus. Two fingers were plunged inside her. Rachel felt him turn his fingers and stroke over her g-spot. The pleasure was too intense. Collapsing to the bed, she sank her fingers into the silk sheets, needing something to hold onto.