Page 22 of Married Into Love

“Can I add an addendum to your rule?” she asked, her fingers trembling slightly as she smoothed down the front of my T-shirt where she’d bunched it up during our kiss. “If all serious conversations have to take place with me on your lap, they should also end with a kiss likethatone.”

“That’d sure as shit stop us from ever going to bed angry with eachother.”

“I like how you’re comfortable saying things like that,” she admitted softly. “Talking about our future together like it’s a foregoneconclusion.”

I hadn’t really thought about it that way, but it made sense since it’s what I considered us to be. I just needed to convince her of it, too. And it sounded like I was on the right path for that. “Then I’ll keepitup.”

“Okay.”

“As long as I have you on my lap and it’s serious conversation time, we should probably discuss another foregoneconclusion.”

“Why do I have the feeling I’m not going to like this one as much as the last?” She tilted her head to the side, and her blond hair spilled overmyhand.

I played with the ends while I answered, “Probably because it’s a conversation we should have had lastnight.”

“Last night?” she echoed, her brow wrinkling inconfusion.

“Before I took you bare.” And discovered it was the best damn feeling in the world to have her tight pussy wrapped around my cock without anythingbetweenus.

“Oh!” Her plump lips formed asurprisedO.

“I’ve always practiced safe sex,” I rushed to explain. “I’ve never gone without a condombeforeyou.”

“But condoms aren’t one hundred percent safe and you’ve”—her nose scrunched up like she smelled something bad—“been with a lot of differentwomen.”

“There hasn’t been anyone in almost three months, and I was tested at the end of the season only two weeks ago. I’m clean,” I swore. “I’d never put you at risk like that,Alessia.”

“And it’s been a lot longer for me. Like a couple of years long. You don’t need to worry about me having anything,either.”

It was official. I was an asshole. I didn’t have any right to be angry about her past since she was a hell of a lot less experienced than I was, and it sure as fuck had been a lot longer since she’d been with another guy. But even the hint of her having sex with someone else had me clenching my hands into fists. Not in anger, though. In jealousy because I considered her tobemine.

While I was struggling to gain control over my possessive streak, Alessia dropped her gaze to her lap and whispered, “But I’m not onthepill.”

At any other point in my life, with any other woman, I would have been freaking the fuck out about a possible pregnancy. With Alessia? My cock grew harder, and I wanted to fill her with my come again until I turned the possibility into a reality. After all the shit I’d given Andrew, Jason, and Ryan, it turned out that I might actually be the craziest motherfucker amongst us when it came to his woman. I’d only known her two nights, and I could already picture her belly round withmybaby.

But if she wasn’t ready to think about moving to Chicago with me, then she sure as fuck wasn’t ready for me to admit that to her. So I tried to lighten the mood. “At least you won’t be a pregnantbride.”

Her head jerked up and she glared at me. “That joke isn’t any funnier than the one about us waiting to have sex until we weremarried.”

“Are you sure? Because I thought it was at least a little bitfunny.”

“Oh yeah? How funny do you think Jason and Cee-Cee will thinkitis?”

“Alessia!” I sputtered, surprised by the accuracy of her verbal spar when she’d only met themyesterday.

She flashed me a triumphant grin. “Uh huh. That’s what Ithought.”

“Shit, let’s pretend I never said that, or else Cee-Cee will think I was trash-talking her,” I groaned. “Then Jason will try to kick my ass, and I’d hate to embarrass him over something I didn’t mean in the first place since there’s nothing wrong with being pregnant when you getmarried.”

“I guess I can keep your secret. So you don’t have to beat up your friend at the start of hishoneymoon.”

“Thanks,” I chuckled. “The poor guy already has to live with the embarrassment of knowing that I talked you into marrying me on the first night we met, and it took him a whole three months to get Cee-Cee down theaisle.”

“I’m married to a crazy man!” Alessia hopped off my lap, her hand going to her lower belly. “And I might already be pregnant withhisbaby!”

She paced the floor, and I wiped my smug grin off my face when she paused in front of me toglare.

“Is your brand of craziness genetic? Andrew seemed fairly normal last night, but I haven’t met your parents yet so I can’tbesure.”

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