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“Wait,” I said, shifting forward. “Condom?”

“Why?”

“Why?” I asked, brow raising. “A baby might be a good reason.”

“Does it really matter?” Running his hands over my ass, his cock slid up and down between my cheeks.

“Are you ready for a baby?” Rolling onto my elbow, I stared at Quinn, unsure if he realized what he was saying, or if he was just riding the high stealing his brain for the moment.

“As long as I have you, I'm ready for anything.” His engorged tip flicked my opening, sending a wave of pleasure over my body. “And we'd make a cute baby.”

“Do you hear yourself? A baby, Quinn?”

Biting down on my shoulder, he dragged his teeth over my skin. “I know what I'm saying, Cadence. And I'm not crazy. There's nothing in this world that I want more than you. And if you get pregnant, I'm all for it.”

Seriously?

He can't realize what he's actually saying.

“Quinn—”

“Cadence, if you don't want me to, I won't. But the idea of you carrying my child... It, it just does something to me. I can't explain it, but it doesn't scare me.”

I was shocked. But the thought drifted between the answer I should give, and the answer that suddenly took me by storm.

We hadn't known each other long, I didn't know all his little quirks, or rhythms he lived by; but I felt something for him that went deeper than the surface. It was there, and it wasn't just built off lust.

Am I falling in love?

Looking over my shoulder at Quinn, I reached around and grabbed his length. His eyes widened, face softening with a look that said;'I knew you felt it too.'

Guiding him in, his cock lunged into my wet pussy. I could feel him in my belly, each thrust pushing deeper, his cock swelling as I squeezed around him, hungry for his dick. My body started to shake, tingles running through my stomach, starting down low and shooting into my brain.

Quinn's fingers clenched so firmly around my hips, I was sure there would be marks left after. His muscles tensed, cock throbbing inside me, each pulse threading our bodies together. “Don't stop, don't stop.” I mustered out between labored breaths.

Freeing one hand, he pressed my clit, rubbing it vigorously. That was all it took, my thighs shook, nipples hardening as they scraped the arm of the couch. Everything around me went into slow motion, all my worries dissolving, and melting away.

Grasping the couch, my body went limp, head falling down to rest on my hands. I had melted like ice cream in the summer, my legs went numb, toes curling tight.

His thrust slowed, cock purging its life deep inside. I felt him pulse, I felt him come, and then I felt his heart beating against my back.

We had just sealed our emotions, taking a silent oath that we would always be together. Knowing that he was willingly giving himself to me even if I could get pregnant, knowing he didn't care either way.

Quinn was my man, and my life now held a sense of feeling complete.

Of feeling... Loved.

Dropping back onto the couch, Quinn's hand fell across his forehead. “Wow, now that was better than breakfast.” A thin smile spread over his face, sweat beading up over his chest.

Grinning, I twisted to pull my shirt off. “Hope you don't mind, but I'm using this for clean up.” Chuckling, I threw the shirt to the floor, and climbed up onto his chest.

“Round two? Already? Damn, Cadence, you nympho.”

Slapping his bare skin, I said, “Please, I think you have that backwards.” Glancing away, I fiddled with my fingers. “Quinn, did you really mean what you said, about a baby?”

Lifting a thick lock of my hair, he twirled it in his fingers. “I meant every word.”

“You're really not scared to get me pregnant?”