Page 54 of Property of Tacoma
“Not yet,” he commands, slowing his pace. “Not until I say.”
I whimper in frustration, but the denial only heightens my arousal. He reaches around, his fingers finding my clit, circling it mercilessly.
“Please,” I beg, my legs trembling. “Please let me come.”
His lips brush my ear. “Now, Cali. Come for me now.”
His permission is all I need.
I scream his name as the orgasm rips through me, my entire body convulsing with the force of it. He continues to thrust into me, prolonging my pleasure until I’m gasping for breath.
With a roar of my name, he follows me over the edge, his cock pulsing inside me as he empties himself.
“Fuck!” he snaps as he pulls his softening cock free.
I spin around to face him, confused by his sudden change in mood. “What’s wrong?”
His jaw tightens. “Fuck, baby. I didn’t put on a wrap.”
My eyes drop to his bare cock and widen as the realization hits me. “Shit, shit, shit.” I run a hand through my wet hair, panic rising in my chest. “I’m not on the pill.”
He grabs my hips and pulls me close, his expression serious. “I’m sorry, Angel. If something comes of it, we’ll take care of it.”
I rear my head back, staring at him in disbelief. “What the fuck? I’m not having an abortion if you knocked me up.”
To my surprise, his lips tip up at the corners. “Damn right you wouldn’t.”
My heart is beating a mile a minute. Is he suggesting what I think he is? “Are you saying we’d have a baby? Together?”
He shrugs, but his eyes are intense. “I’ve always wanted more kids.”
“You’re crazy,” I tell him, shaking my head. “We’ve known each other for a day. You can’t just start talking about us having kids. That’s fucking nuts.”
Instead of arguing, he kisses me—long, deep, and wet—effectively shutting me up. When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless.
“Let’s get out,” he says. “The water is starting to get cold.”
Reaching around me, he turns off the shower and steps out. On the shelf beside the sink is a stack of towels. He grabs one and wraps it around his waist before grabbing another and turning back to me.
“Mere’, baby.” His eyes move to the white fluffy rug on the floor.
I step out, and he wraps the towel around me, then uses a third one to gently dry my hair. I’m not going to lie, after the rough sex, this tender side of him catches me completely off guard.
“Were you serious?” I ask quietly. “About wanting more children?”
His hands pause in my hair, and his eyes meet mine. “Yeah, I was.”
An image flashes in my mind—a baby with blonde hair like mine and his dark blue eyes. The thought makes my heart skip a beat.
Stop it, Cali. That’s crazy thinking.
Once I’m dry, he quickly dries himself off, then surprises me by scooping me up into his arms and carrying me bridal-style back to his bedroom.
He lays me down gently on the bed, my head on the pillow, before sliding in beside me and pulling the covers over us both.
He props himself up on an elbow, looking down at me with those intense blue eyes.
I can’t help but reach up and brush my fingers across his stubbled cheek.
