Page 48 of Her Arranged Alpha
I knew what she was saying. We weren't that. Sure, we were getting along, but bringing a child into this. Well, it's not the same. We weren't the type of team that needed to have children.
"Are you mad?" she asked.
I shook my head. "Jillian, neither of us decided this. I'm not pushing you into anything you don't want. And if you don't want kids right now, that's fine. We're still young."
She smiled, seeming to be relieved by my words.
We pulled up into the house, and she swallowed.
"Which means if you don't want to do this, you don't have to."
She gave me a smile. "I do."
That was all I needed to hear. I was out of the car and carrying her inside. I hardly kicked the door shut before I was taking her upstairs to my room. I flicked the light on and brought her to the bed. Jillian looked around, taking in my room. She looked shocked. "Wow, this is…"
I scanned my room, wondering what was shocking her. I had a plain bed with deep green sheets. I had cream curtains and a dark oak dresser in the corner. The room was clean and organized.
"Is the clean part throwing you off?"
She shook her head and pointed towards my photos that I had hanging. There were pictures of me and my folks. Pictures of our family vacations and photos of the guys. I had about ten photos hung up.
"I didn't peg you for someone who had photos like this."
"Someone that cares?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean."
I hooked her legs, tugging her closer to me. Her eyes snapped at me.
"Believe it or not, darling, I have a heart and I have a thought on how I want my life to look."
She reached a hand up, running her hand down my shirt. "Which is what?"
I wanted a happy marriage. Sure, I slept around a lot and had a lot of women who wanted to be with me, but I wanted a marriage like my folks had. I wanted the connection, the security that when I came home at the end of the night, I had someone who understood me.
I had dated a lot, but never felt like anyone was going to want the same thing I wanted. I never felt over the moon for someone.
"I want a happy marriage. I want a happy wife. I want someone who understands the stress that I have. Someone that cares."
She blushed, and I leaned down and kissed her. I pushed her back against the bed and caged her there as I deepened the kiss. I broke the kiss, sliding my tongue over her neck and down her collarbone. Her breath hitched as I grabbed her dress, tugging it over her shoulders and down to her stomach. I unsnapped her bra, taking it off once more.
I tugged at the dress, yanking it down her hips, and tossed it off the edge of the bed. I leaned back, taking in her beautiful skin. I took in the shape of her breast and the way her stomach dipped down. I took in everything, wanting to remember every inch of her body.
I ran a finger over her left shoulder where a mark lay. "What is that from?"
She looked at her shoulder and swallowed. "I ran into my dad when I was younger, and he was moving the turkey from the kitchen into the dining room, and the knife fell from the plate."
I moved my hand back and looked down at her right hip bone. I ran my thumb over it. "And here?"
She blushed. "I flipped my bike and landed on the handlebars."
I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the scar, and I felt her body shake at the contact. I ran my nose down her stomach, kissing down her thigh. Jillian's legs shook as I hooked her underwear and slid them off.
She laid bare for me, and my already aching cock was becoming unbearable at this point.
"And what about you?" she asked, tilting her head. "Is your body entirely perfect under those clothes?"
I knew she'd seen me shirtless a few times around the house, but never bare like she was. I pulled my shirt clean off and showed her my back. I had a lower scar near my left buttcheck. "Fell off a cliff while I was climbing when I was younger, landed on a branch."
