“But if you don’t—” She broke off and started to lift herself. “Do you have any condoms on you?
Maybe his pockets? Maybe his bedroom?
“Fuck that.” His voice was guttural, his face rock hard and tinged with red.
Okay. Apparently, he was good with kids too.
His hands slid from her butt to her hips as he arched his pelvis up, penetrating her. “Time to move, babe.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. As he thrust up, she drove herself down. He was huge inside her. Hot and hard. Stretching her in the most deliciously burning way. The sense of coming home, of finding the other half of her soul, was so strong, so clear, it brought tears to her eyes.
And then he flexed his hips and thrust again. “Move, babe.”
Her mind went hazy, taken over by primordial urgency. Their bodies rocked and thrust, driving the urgency higher and higher. She reached the pinnacle in seconds and hung there for a moment before every muscle clenched, then spasmed and she went over the edge to the vague sound of his groaning…gritty…expletive.
An eon later she stirred. She was still sitting in his lap, still connected to him in the most intimate of ways. Sighing, she snuggled into his bare, sweaty chest, her elbow nudging the puckered scar from the bullet that had nearly taken him from her. Easing back, she studied the raw, raised circle of flesh, half expecting to find it seeping blood.
“You okay?” His voice was a rough rasp, vibrating with concern. “No pain?”
Startled, she lifted her head and latched onto the bright blue eyes watching her intently. “No. I’m fine. I was wondering the same about you!”
He chuckled, his arms tightening around her, tucking her back against his chest. “I’m good. Like I told you, ten by—”
“Ten.” She finished for him. With a contented sigh, she settled against the sweaty furnace that masqueraded as his chest.
“Just so you know…” His hands stroked a lingering path from the small of her back to the curve of her butt and stopped to squeeze. “We’re getting married. Pronto. No waiting around.”
She considered protesting for all of three seconds, the memory of her daydreams of wedding splendor rushing through her mind. But the past two years had soured those naïve fantasies. Other than Langley, there was no one she wanted in attendance. And with Sean gone, there was no one to give her away…
She accepted the sliver of sorrow and banished it.
This wasn’t the time for grief.
“Okay.” The more she thought about it, the better the idea sounded. A small, intimate wedding. No stress. No expense. No judgmental wedding guests.
“Maybe Vegas,” Brett mused, his hands roaming back up her hips and spine.
“Or a civil service at the courthouse,” Sarah countered.
He grunted, dropping a kiss on top of her head. “I don’t give a shit how we do it, as long as it’s done before you drop our kid.”
Her lips twitched. But then the last half of that gruff declaration registered. Was that why he was so intent on marrying her? He thought she was pregnant?
She lifted herself, propped her elbows on his damp chest and studied his face. His insufferably complacent face. “It’s unlikely that I’m pregnant. The timing is wrong.”
He grunted and dragged her back flat against him. “You will be, count on it. I’m on the job now.”
Frowning, she tried to push herself up again. “But if that’s why you want to marry me—”
His chuckle was tender as he tugged her back down. “Babe. I was going to ask you two years ago, before Mitch fucked everything up. Now that I’ve got you in my arms again, I’m not letting you go. You’re mine. You’re gonna stay mine. I don’t give a fuck if we get married. But you do. And our kids might. So we’ll tie the knot.”
She might have bought into his whole I-don’t-care attitude if his heart rate hadn’t accelerated and his breath hadn’t caught.
He wasn’t fooling her. He needed that commitment as much as she did.
“Okay.” She smiled at the way his heart rate and breathing instantly smoothed out again. “Let me check with Langley. See when she’s free.”
Which reminded her, Langley was getting married too. It was almost eerie how their lives had mirrored each other over the past month. They’d both been shot and ended up in the hospital at about the same time. They’d both reconciled with the men they loved. They were both engaged. She smiled dreamily. Maybe