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I bit my lip.

Holyshit.

Zaiddidhave baby fever.

“I knew it,” I whispered to him with a smirk, “You’redyingto be a dad.”

“I only want to be a dad ifyouwant to be a mother,” Zaid shook his head once, his hips grinding a little in between mine, “Otherwise, I’m happy to just practice making kids for the rest of our lives.” He gave me a devilish smirk that made my heart skip a beat. When Zaid found his confidence and knew what he wanted, he was lethal. I was boneless against him. I melted, I swooned. I wanted nothing more than to be one of those heroines in historical romance novels who lay there and let themselves be ravished.

“Well…” I quirked my lips to the side as if I was considering something casually, “Why don’t we use condoms for the first while? Just to practice, to make sure wereallyget it right. Then, after some time, we can consider the idea of creating life a little more seriously.”

Zaid’s lips crashed down on me, and I had a feeling that we suddenly had more important things to do than discuss plans and commitments. Instead, we needed to focus on us.

ChapterTwenty-Five

ZAID

“As comfortable as my couch is…”Signe mumbled against my mouth after I lost myself in the feel of her lips against mine.

I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I pulled her up and practically dragged her to her bed. I pulled off my shirt in the process, and when I used my grip on her hand to plop her down on the mattress in front of me, I started undoing the button and zipper of my slacks.

“Oh my god,” Signe’s hazel eyes growing heavy-lidded as she took in my naked torso made me want to pose for her. Something that would probably just be cringey and ruin the moment for most women.

But Signe wasn’t most women.

So I halted, pushing my pants down and settled my hands on my hips, giving her an unobstructed view of myself shirtless.

“Let me know when you’re done,” I spoke, my voice growing thick at the sight of Signe reaching her thumbs into her sweatpants and pulling them down. Her eyes never left my chest.

“Done with what?” Signe asked, breathless.

“Ogling me.”

“Ridiculous,” Signe shook her head, still not meeting my eyes, “I’m never going to be done ogling you. You should know this by now.”

I couldn’t stop the smile that came from hearing that before I stepped forward and tugged her sweatpants down the rest of the way. I kissed each ankle when I freed it from her pants, noticing that only one of her feet had a sock on it. I tugged that off too, before gently trailing my fingers across her skin to reach for the next layer I desperately wanted to remove.

Signe braced her weight on one hand, to lift herself enough to assist me while using her other hand to grip the back of my neck and pull my face toward hers.

Kissing Signe Lange would always scatter my thoughts.

Feeling her lips coax mine open, her tongue sliding into my mouth to dance with mine, had been euphoria every single time. I never grew too accustomed to kissing her. I decided that I would never grow tired of it, ever. I was convinced that kissing her would be a religious experience in and of itself.

But now, she was naked.

“Lay back,” I whispered against her lips, nipping at her top one before I let her go. I stood to my full height while she grinned at me and scooched herself back to the center of her bed, stretching her legs out and crossing them at the ankles.

Nope.

I reached forward and wrapped both of my hands around her calves, kneeling on the bed and spreading her wide enough for me to fit in between them. Signe really needed to get used to me fitting between them.

Not wanting to push her legs too far apart, I slung each leg over each of my shoulders before skimming my hands down the outside of her thighs and settling in.

“Zaid!” Signe gasped as I wrapped my hands around the tops of her thighs. I had been so focused on what I intended to do that I had completely forgotten to communicate such. I glanced up at Signe, panicked that I may have assumed some things before I noticed the way she bit into her bottom lip, the flush coloring her cheeks and neck, and the heavy rise and fall of her chest.

That still had that purple bra on it for some reason.

“Is this okay?” I rasped, holding myself back as much as I could.

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