Page 97 of I'll Keep Her Safe

I nod, snuggling into his side. Ah, that’s better. The heat of his skin, the firmness of his muscles as his arms slide around me, that earthy smell with the hint of sage I love.

“It’s lonely in here without you.” He drags a hand down my back to squeeze my ass. “Why are you wearing panties? You should know better than to sneak into my bed with panties on by now.”

I snort into his shoulder. “I guess I figured if your daughter caught me sneaking out of the room half-dressed, she might wonder why.”

Wyatt grimaces, letting out a massive sigh. “We should talk about what we’re going to do. About Bailey, I mean.”

“Yeah.” I trail a hand over his chest, letting it rest on his heart, over Bailey’s name. “She just asked me to think about moving out so you could have more privacy for your new girlfriend,” I say, huffing a laugh to disguise the hurt that snakes through me, but Wyatt senses it anyway.

“Shit. I’m sorry, baby.” He turns his head to look at me in the glow of the TV, brushing his lips across my forehead. “We have to tell her, right?”

“We do.” I press a kiss to his beard. “I’m not sure how she’s going to take it, though.”

“I don’t know,” Wyatt says, his tone hopeful. “She seemed pretty thrilled when I told her about the amazing woman I’d met.” He squeezes me, and I sigh.

“Sure, but she’s clearly imagining a forty-year-old woman whoisn’ther best friend. This is going to be weird for her.”

“Yeah.” Wyatt scrapes a hand down his face. “Maybe if we talk her through it, she’ll come around. She loves us both, and wants us both to be happy. We just happened to find that happiness with each other. She can’t be mad about that.”

“Maybe,” I murmur doubtfully.

“I think we should sit her down and be straight with her. She’s out at the conference all day tomorrow, so let’s tell her over dinner.”

I swallow, my stomach fluttering with nerves. “Okay.”

Wyatt twists so he’s on his side, bringing his other arm around me. “I’m so excited for our future, Poppy. I don’t want to wait. And I don’t want this hanging over us.”

My heart backflips in my chest. “Me too,” I agree, touching my lips to his. His hands tighten on my back, rolling us so I’m on top of him.

“Now give me what I couldn’t have on that beach,” he demands roughly, tugging my panties down my legs. I kick them off with a giggle as he removes his boxer-briefs, then settle back on him, his cock growing hard between my legs.

“You sure you want to have sex with me again when I’m not supposed to make any noise?” I say, thinking of the time we slept together in Napa and he had to clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me quiet. I can’t help it; he knows exactly how to make me moan.

“I think you like it.” His voice is a low growl in my ear. “You like being naughty for me, or you wouldn’t have snuck in here again.”

His hands palm my ass, and my breath thickens as heat curls through me. He’s right—I do love being naughty for him. I rock my hips over his hardness, where it rests at the meeting of my thighs, smearing my arousal along his length. And as Wyatt groans quietly in my ear, lifting his hips to meet my movements, all I can think about are his words on the beach.

I think about marrying you. Having a family with you. Filling the house with our children.

“Do you really think about marrying me?” I whisper, as he dots kisses along my jaw.

“Every fucking day.”

“And having children…” I swallow. “You think about that too? Having a baby with me?”

Wyatt stops rocking his hips to look up at me, his face flickering in the light of the TV.

“Poppy—” But he bites off the rest of his words, as if holding himself back.

“Tell me,” I urge, stroking his cheek.

His dark eyes bore into mine. “I imagined you pregnant with my baby the first time we had sex. I couldn’t help myself. The image…” He blows out an agonized breath. “The image just came to me. It was like I knew I wanted it, even then.”

My heart jumps. He’s actuallyimaginedme pregnant? And, God, he thought about it our very first time? Molten heat floods through me.

“Do you like thinking about it?” I ask, dragging my wetness over him.

He clenches his jaw. “Too much.” His cock twitches under me in confirmation.

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