He beat back a laugh and instead gave her a squeeze, sliding his leg deeper between her thighs.
“Uh, yeah,” he pointed out the obvious.
“Our duty to give the earth that beauty?”
That wasn’t said with surprise.
It was wonder.
“Yeah, baby,” he replied.
She shifted her hands flat across his skin from his back to his chest.
“I…well, I like you, Nick.”
Instantly, his body started shaking with humor he couldn’t control.
“Well, that’s good,” he replied.
She pressed hard into his chest and whispered, “Please don’t laugh.”
He stopped laughing.
“I like you, Nick,” she repeated.
Fuck.
She didn’t mean that.
She meant more.
“I like you too, Livvie,” he whispered back, rolling into her.
“And I like where we’re going,” she told him, almost shyly.
Fuck.
He settled on her. “I’m glad, honey.”
“I want three babies.”
Oh yeah.
His choice, he’d stop at two.
She wanted to give him three, he’d give her that.
He dropped his mouth to hers.
“You want three, we’ll have three,” he murmured against her lips.
“Think about the mountains, sweetheart,” she replied. “I think we both could use some peace.”
He was looking at mountain properties on Monday.
He ran his hands down her back, over the irregular skin at the small to her ass. She didn’t flinch, didn’t move away, didn’t have any reaction at all.
He was getting somewhere in a lot of ways.