You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors #1) - Layla Hagen Page 0,74
up on the counter.
“I think you need something more... substantial than a neck massage to relax.”
“Another vacation?”
He laughed. “Not what I had in mind, but that works too. I’m really a bad influence.”
“And you’re good at organizing vacations.”
“Whatever my lovely wife requests.”
“You’re being sweet. All prior evidence shows you do this when you want to bribe me into something or butter me up.”
“Not at all.”
“Hunter... is there something you want to tell me?”
“Is it too early to talk about kids?”
“Ours?”
“No, the neighbors’. Of course, ours.”
“What about them?”
“I know that you want two.”
Wow. How did he remember? And now that he’d planted the idea in my mind, my imagination ran away with it. All those muscles, the crystal blue eyes. He had some excellent genes to pass on.
I loved kids. Since I’d been a little girl, I’d wanted little girls of my own—braiding their hair, tucking them in at night. But for the first time, this felt more than just a dream. It felt real.
I laced my arms around his neck, shifting closer to the edge of the counter. Closer to him.
“You never said you wanted kids before.”
“It wasn’t something I consciously thought about. But with you... I want them. Two girls, or boys, I’m not picky. Before... I wasn’t sure I could be a good father. I’ve spent so much of my life just focused on getting to the next step, giving it my best shot, that I didn’t know if I was capable of anything more. But you did say I’m a good husband.”
I grinned. “And I meant every word. Cross my heart.”
“I can also learn to be a good father.”
I nodded, too overwhelmed to say anything.
“When do you want to start trying?”
“Hunter, you do remember I said I want to make partner first, right?”
“Yes. But given all statistics, it can take time. Never hurts to start early. I like to go the extra mile.”
That grin on his face... damn. I loved that I’d put it there. That I could make him light up like this.
I laughed as he bit the shell of my ear gently. “First, we need to talk about that celebratory vacation. Whisk me away. I don’t even want to know where we’re going.”
He pulled back abruptly. “You’re giving me permission to surprise you?”
“Yes.”
“Half the fun is you giving me shit about it.”
“If you insist, I can always fight you right until we board the plane.”
Hunter slid his hands under my ass, lifting me up. I yelped, right before clenching my knees at his sides. He winced. Right. My yoga routine was helping with my flexibility, but not my instincts. I hadn’t gotten the hang of wrapping my legs gracefully around him, but I was working on it. For now, I was awkwardly clinging to him like a monkey. Hunter tried to rearrange my arm around his neck. I had a hunch that I was half strangling him.
“Hey, watch the bracelet. A certain someone gave it to me.”
I’d slept with it and showered with it and didn’t intend to take it off at all. I absolutely loved it.
“And this someone... what exactly do you feel for him?”
“I think he’s the best man. And I love him.”
His grin softened, turning into a warm smile. Feeling all those hard abs pressing against my belly and his strong arms wrapped around me was doing things to me. My entire body reacted to him. My nipples pebbled, and a familiar ache pulsed between my thighs. I kissed his neck, drawing my tongue in little circles just above his clavicle.
“Forgot about breakfast?” he whispered on a chuckle. Ah, I totally had. All I could think about was indulging in this perfect, gorgeous man.
“I always forget how devious you are.”
“Always happy to remind you.”
He shifted me a little lower. I gasped when I realized he was hard already. How could he want me so much?
It hadn’t sunk in yet. My husband loved me. I was living a life I hadn’t even dared dream about. Part of me still didn’t dare to hope too much. But God, the way he held me, the way he looked at me. As if I was more precious to him than anything else. How could I not hope?
“Then what are you waiting for, husband?”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Hunter
Two weeks later, we were lying on the beach in the Bahamas. Josie couldn’t take too much time off, so we were here only for an extended weekend—Friday to Monday—but I intended to make every minute count. Josie was lying on her belly