a gulping breath. “A lot.” Another pause and another deep breath. “I just need you to know that’s really important to me. If you don’t want kids, then you should tell me now.”
Her eyes were bright, and she swallowed audibly. For a few seconds, I was startled. Not because she wanted kids, but because I suppose I hadn’t expected to discuss it now. I took a breath and thought for a few seconds. The thing was I hadn’t ever thought I’d fall for anyone again. But that was the only reason I hadn’t thought about having kids. Before I’d let bitterness twine like a vine around my heart, I’d imagined having a family. The idea of that with Cammi? Well, that was easy.
I traced my knuckles along her jawline. “I haven’t thought about it much, but that’s only because I didn’t expect to fall in love. If you really want kids, then I’m on board.”
She stared at me—hard. I didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until it came out in a whoosh. When she tipped her forehead to rest on my chest, I finally wrapped her in my arms, in a full body clench. “I’m going to get paint on you,” she murmured against my shoulder.
“Sweetheart, I’ve been flying and I’m probably filthy. I don’t care about paint.”
I loved the sound of her giggle. Of course, it was me, and Cammi was in my arms, so while I was trying to be romantic, my body had other ideas. Just when I was thinking I should step back to try to get some kind of a grip, I felt one of her hands slide up under the hem of my T-shirt. The feel of her palm on my skin set me on fire.
Another breath later, we were kissing, and I was taking deep sips from her warm, sweet mouth. We broke apart, breathless and laughing together.
I spun her around, lifting her and sliding her hips on the only clear space I could find on the counter. “Elias!” she gasped as I slid my palms up her silky thighs, letting her skirt bunch around her hips.
“What?” I dipped my head, trailing hot kisses along the side of her neck, satisfaction rolling through me when she arched into me and let out a little whimper.
“Somebody might see,” she murmured when I lifted my head.
I brushed a wayward lock of hair off her cheek, letting my thumb trace her lips. I glanced over my shoulder. Looking back to her, I shook my head. “No, they can’t. From the door, all anybody can see is that giant ladder and the sign blocking the view. We have to christen your new café,” I coaxed.
Cammi’s tongue darted out to glide across her bottom lip. She peered over my shoulder. “Okay, you better make it quick,” she said with a sly grin.
“No problem with that. I don’t think I can last long anyway. I missed you too much.”
And then, I was pushing the damp silk out of the way between her thighs and tugging her hips closer to the edge of the counter. She made quick work of my fly, and I let out a rough growl at the feel of her silky palm curling around my shaft and sliding up and down in a teasing stroke.
“Hurry,” she ordered.
I abruptly realized I did not have a condom. I came here with one plan, to tell Cammi how I felt. Shortsighted as I was, I hadn’t realized I was going to get to show her with more than words.
I dropped my forehead to hers, pressing a fierce kiss to her lips. “Sweetheart, I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t really thinking ahead.”
Her fingertips were pressing into the base of my spine, and she shifted her hips slightly. “I have an IUD. I promise I’m clean. After what happened before you, well, I got checked for everything.”
I searched her eyes and pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’m only sure, if you are. I promise I’m clean.”
“Hurry,” she whispered fiercely, her eyes dark as they held mine.
I could work with any orders from her. I positioned my cock at her entrance and slid home in one deep thrust. My knees buckled. “Oh, Cammi,” I slurred. Her satiny, clenching sheath felt beyond good, the pleasure indescribable.
With both of us half dressed, and her legs curled around my hips, we were chasing after our release together. I felt her channel rippling around me and reached between us to tease my fingers