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CHAPTER TWELVE

It was taking all the control Casper could muster not to rip the damn ugly coveralls off this woman and throw her onto the bed to have his way with her. Every word out of her mouth made him want her more.

The guilt that he’d missed her attraction all this time was there, but maybe it was for the best. A year or two ago, things between them might not have worked out. But now?

Her lips on his felt like coming home.

He banded his arms around her and held her tight as he took control of the kiss. Her upper arms were trapped against her sides because of the way he was holding her, but he felt her hands caressing his sides as he re-learned her mouth.

She gave as good as she got, she wasn’t a passive participant, and it made Casper harder than he was already. He was two seconds away from coming, which would be a damn shame because the only place he wanted to orgasm was deep inside her body.

It was an unusual desire for him. In the past, he hadn’t much cared about when or how he came, just that he did. But he wanted to be as connected as he could be to this woman when he exploded.

And thinking about coming inside her made him think about babies. Which should’ve freaked him out. He’d never thought about children…except how to make sure he didn’t have them prematurely.

Tearing his lips from hers, he looked at the woman in his arms and blurted, “Do you want kids?”

She blinked in surprise at the question.

Casper rushed to explain his line of thinking.

“I was envisioning what was ahead of us tonight…after going down on you and making sure you’re wet enough to take me without pain—I’m bigger than a lot of men, not bragging, just stating a fact—and I got to thinking about how much I was looking forward to coming inside you.

Of feeling you massage my cock from the inside, how amazing that would feel.

Made me think about birth control and children. ”

Casper had a feeling he sounded like a lunatic.

If this were a casual hookup, it would be a totally inappropriate topic to mention.

But since he felt down to his bones that this was anything but casual, that Laryn could very well be the woman he married and lived the next sixty years of his life with, he needed to know they were on the same page when it came to kids.

She licked her lips, plump from his aggressive kisses, and nodded.

Relief almost made Casper’s knees weak. “I’m a twin,” he reminded her.

She smiled. “I know.”

“All I’m saying is that it’s likely twins run in my family. That gonna be a problem for you?”

“Um…are we talking hypothetically?”

“No.”

“No?” she questioned, looking surprised again…and a little worried .

“Laryn, I like you. A lot. And if things go the way I’m hoping they do between us, we’re going to be long-term.

As we established earlier, we’re both in our mid-thirties.

We have some time, but not a lot because I’d rather not be changing diapers and running after toddlers when I’m sixty.

I’m just trying to figure out if we’re on the same wavelength when it comes to kids. ”

“Are you gonna help with these twins? I mean, are you going to be the kind of dad who thinks it’s solely the woman’s responsibility to get up in the middle of the night when they cry?

Who’s too busy flying his helicopters to remember he has a family?

What about changing diapers, or being the bad guy every now and then and saying no, so I don’t have to be the mean ol’ mom all the time?

What kind of father do you intend to be?

The answers to those questions will help determine if I’m all right with twins. ”

Casper couldn’t help but smirk. This was the strangest conversation he’d ever had with a woman he was on the cusp of taking to bed. But it also felt like one of the most important discussions of his life.

“My dad was awesome. He was very hands-on. Did everything with me and Nate. He went to every extracurricular activity we had and did whatever was necessary in order to give us what we needed to be happy and healthy. But the most important thing he gave us was his time. He was there for us. That’s the kind of dad I want to be.

Present in my kids’ lives. I wouldn’t give up midnight feedings or daddy days out for anything.

So to answer your question, I’ll be the kind of father figure my children need…

as well as the kind of partner their mom needs. ”

His answer came from his heart, and he practically held his breath to see how Laryn would react.

To his surprise, she pushed on his chest—hard—and Casper immediately dropped his arms from around her and stepped back, giving her space. He panicked for a moment, thinking he’d screwed this up somehow. Maybe he was too mushy. Not alpha enough. And he was definitely rushing things.

He opened his mouth to try to reassure her, but he didn’t get the chance before her hands came up to the zipper of her coveralls.

She smiled at him with more confidence than she’d had outside the bar—the last thing he remembered of that awful night—as she unzipped them, then wiggled her hips and let the coveralls fall to the floor. She stood in front of him in a pair of black bikini briefs and a black tank top.

It took every bit of willpower for Casper not to come in his pants right then and there.

Laryn was curvy, he’d known that from seeing her the other night.

But her thighs were now on full display, and all he could think about was getting between them.

Touching them to see if they were as soft as they looked.

The thought of those thighs wrapped around his ears as he ate her out almost made him hyperventilate.

“I’m on the pill,” she informed him.

It took a second for her words to sink in. “What?”

“The pill. I want kids, but maybe not right this second. Assuming the tests you guys went through last month came out all right, if you wanted…I mean…” She was blushing now, and Casper’s fingers itched to touch her.

To strip off the rest of her clothes and have her stand in front of him completely nude so he could drink his fill of her.

“If you want to come inside me…you can. I’m good too. Haven’t been with anyone in years. No one could compare to you , if I’m being honest.”

It was all Casper could do not to throw this woman on the bed and rip off her underwear and plunge deep inside her.

But as he’d told her earlier, he wasn’t a small man, and the last thing he’d ever do was hurt her.

Instead, he stepped back into her personal space and reached for the hem of her tank top .

“May I?” he croaked.

She lifted her arms above her head as she stared him right in the eye and gave him a small, shy smile.

That was all the encouragement he needed. He ever so slowly inched the material higher and higher. The anticipation was killing him, but it was making this moment all the more carnal at the same time.

Her hair fluttered around her shoulders after he’d gotten the tank up and off.

She stood in front of him with her chin lifted and her shoulders back.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, probably because the tank top had built-in support.

Her tits were…glorious. Large, but perfectly proportioned for her curvy body.

Her areolas and nipples were a pinkish-tan color, and as he looked his fill, her chest began to rise and fall faster and her nipples hardened, as if begging for his touch.

But he wasn’t done unwrapping the best present he’d ever received.

His palms itching to map her entire body, Casper did his best to be patient. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic of her underwear and slowly pushed the material down her thighs. She stepped out of the garment and kicked them to the side.

This woman was all his hopes and dreams wrapped up in one gorgeous package. He could hardly believe she’d been hiding this perfection under the baggy coveralls she wore every day.

The dark hair between her legs was neatly trimmed and the little belly pooch she had was so womanly, so sexy, so different from his own chiseled body, Casper was in awe.

He reached out, his thumb caressing a small tattoo just inside her bikini line.

It was a wrench. Which was so… Laryn , that he couldn’t help but smile.

“I got that after my dad passed away. It’s silly, but I wanted to carry a part of him with me at all times.”

“It’s not silly at all. It’s sexy. And sweet.”

Casper went to his knees. More like he collapsed at her feet. His legs didn’t feel as if they could hold him up any longer. But the position put his mouth at eye level with her pussy. He leaned forward and kissed the small tattoo.

He heard Laryn take a small inhalation as he lightly placed his hands on her waist and looked up.

“Tell me you want this,” he said.

“I do.”

“Tell me what you want. In detail,” he ordered, needing to hear from her lips that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

If he thought she was going to be shy and demure, he was wrong.

She smirked down at him and shoved a hand into his hair, curling her fingers so her nails lightly scratched against his scalp.

“I want you to eat me out while you’re kneeling at my feet.

Then I want you to get naked and let me give you head.

Then fuck me and come inside me like you said you wanted to. ”

Casper was moving before he thought about it. His hands tightened on her waist as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to her pussy.

She gasped and her stance widened, giving him more room to work. But it wasn’t enough. Casper grabbed one of her thighs and lifted it to his shoulder, completely opening her up to him.

He aggressively went after what he’d been dying for—the taste of her arousal. He found her clit and licked it roughly, loving the way she squirmed in his arms and the little squeaks that escaped her lips.