of my maternity pants. “The guys get seriously jealous of the marks you leave on my back when you’re angry.”
Yep, that was his intention all along.
Our entire relationship isn’t about sex, but we spend an indecently pleasurable amount of our time in this bed together.
My cheeks heat, remembering the time last week we spent at the pool while visiting Cerberus. We spend a lot of time there, and I’ve grown comfortable around everyone, but leave it to my new friends to not have the decorum to keep their mouths shut when they saw his back after he took his shirt off before swimming.
Misty and Emmalyn just gave me sly little smirks. Ivy and Delilah both grinned little knowing smiles, but Gigi opened her pretty little mouth to say things no child should say in front of their mother.
“Is that so?” I ask, my voice taking on a husky quality that makes him inch even closer.
“I like when you mark me.”
I can already see where this night is going, and I can admit I’m not opposed. Sex when angry is always great sex, especially since we don’t do it often, but I don’t think that’s where this is going to end up because the closer he gets, the easier it is to forget what I was upset about to begin with.
The distraction he’s no doubt hoping for amps up the irritation that’s still simmering beneath the surface.
“Wait.” I hold my hand up before he can reach for me. He looks down at me, that sexy glint still in his eyes. Instead of talking, he does that stupidly hot thing with pulling his shirt over his head behind his neck, and I have to remind myself to close my jaw.
Will it be like this forever? Will I be awe struck by just the sight of him standing half-naked in front of me? God, I hope so.
“You don’t have anything to say?”
Shouldn’t he be apologizing or groveling? Shouldn’t he give me a list of reasons why he paid my hospital bills and why Jinx bought a new car? Shouldn’t he tell me he’s sorry for interfering in my life, because I know he’s somehow responsible for the call I got earlier today from Robin at the bank? I know his reasoning. I knew it the second the girl told me my bills were paid in full, but it would be nice to hear them.
“Oh, baby.” His fingers tease the button on his jeans. “I have lots to say. I just don’t know how you’ll react to them.”
My list of reactions is a long one depending on my ability to handle my emotions, but I don’t open my mouth to say that because he’s well aware.
“Just say what you’re thinking,” I urge, arms crossed over my chest as I prepare for the calm down speech I normally get from Jinx.
“All of it?”
“Might as well,” I challenge before keeping my mouth closed when I’m seriously tempted to lick my lips.
The rasp of his zipper makes the hair on my arms stand on end, but thankfully my chest is covered and he can’t see the way my nipples respond to the sound.
The twitch of his lips tells me he knows anyway.
“I’m sorry you’re upset, but I’m not sorry for making your life easier.”
Well, damn, that’s a good start if I ever heard one.
“I would lay down my life for you in a heartbeat, so taking care of something that’s causing you stress doesn’t seem like a big deal to me.” He inches closer, standing in front of me in nothing but boxer briefs. Studiously, I keep my eyes on his even though the urge to look down, knowing his cock is hard just by the tone of his voice, is becoming difficult. “Your anger doesn’t upset me.”
With that I huff, but then his finger curls under my chin, the simple touch electric.
“Your anger fuels me because indifference is the only thing that would make me question what you feel for me. Being upset tells me that you’re invested. Disappointment says you have expectations and that tells me you’re thinking of our future. Fuck, baby.” He bends in the middle, leaning down close enough that when he speaks again, I feel the warmth of his breath on my lips. “You’re all the future I see. You’re all I need. Our family is everything to me.”
“Family,” I whisper.
That word was mentioned downstairs and even though I loved it then, hearing it now, alone in our room where we