Running into Love
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“I say we just give them a baby.”
“Give them a baby?” Her head swings my direction. “Did you hit your head?” She laughs, but I don’t. I want that with her. I want her to be my wife, I want her to have my babies, I want everything with her. “You’re serious?”
“I’m not saying I want a baby tomorrow, but I do want babies with you. I can only imagine how beautiful you will look pregnant with our child, and I know you will be an amazing mom. You love kids and are great with them.”
“You’re serious,” she repeats with wide eyes, and I carefully pull her over and adjust her on my lap to straddle me.
“I’m crazy about you, and I want all of those things with you. Is that so hard to believe?”
“No . . .” She rests her hands on the underside of my jaw while my fingers skim along the skin under the edge of her T-shirt. “I guess I never really thought about having a husband and a family before now.” She smiles, then leans close, brushing her lips over mine. “Please don’t mention this conversation to our moms—they are already hard enough to deal with as it is, and if they get wind that one day we want kids, I have no doubt they will toss my birth control out the window.”
“I won’t tell them.” I smile, and she reaches out, touching my shoulder where there is a bandage covering the wound.
“Have I told you today that I love you?” she asks, lightly touching the gauze with her fingers.
“This morning,” I murmur, and she looks up at me.
“Well, I still do, just so you know, and maybe even more than I did this morning.”
“That’s good to know.” I smile, roaming my hand up the back of her shirt, enjoying her smooth, warm skin against my palm. Feeling goose bumps break out across her skin, my cock, which has been hard since she sat on me, hardens more. I love that she’s so affected by my touch.
“Levi,” she breathes, sounding nervous, and I know that nervousness is because she’s worried about hurting me.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her, lifting my hips, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
“We . . .”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“Are you sure?” she questions, running her palm over my erection, and I bite back a curse. It hasn’t been months since I’ve been inside her, but a few days is way too fucking long to go without her.
“You have to promise to stop me if you’re in pain,” she murmurs, sliding her hand inside my sweats and taking my cock into her palm, stroking it.
“I’m in pain now,” I point out, and she rolls her eyes. Sliding my hand down the back of her sweats, I grab her ass, then move around her hip and slip my fingers between her legs.
“I swear, if I hurt you, I’m never having sex with you again,” she says against my mouth as her hips rise and fall and she rides my fingers in sync with her hand pumping my cock.
“Get your clothes off, baby,” I urge, needing to be inside her. Standing quickly she rips her shirt off over her head, then kicks off her pants and panties, all the while keeping her eyes glued to my hand that is running over my cock.
“Christ,” I groan, dropping my head to the back of the couch as she leans forward, taking me into her mouth. Spreading my legs farther, I make room for her as she kneels in front of me, wrapping her hand around the base of my cock while using her mouth on me. Feeling her nails scrape down my thigh, I lift my head and meet her gaze. Her eyes are as wild as her hair, and she looks beautiful taking me down her throat. “Come here,” I command, not willing to come in her mouth, which I know I’m seconds away from doing if she doesn’t stop. She sucks me harder and goes deeper. I groan, then bite out, “Fuck,” as I tug her hair, pulling her head back.
“I wasn’t done,” she complains, and my teeth snap together as she licks over the head of my cock. Lifting her and ignoring the pain it causes in my shoulder, I drop her to the couch and spread her legs wide, then bury my face between her thighs. I could live on her taste alone—she’s like nothing I’ve ever had before. Licking and sucking her clit, I listen to her breathing become heavy, then move my hand up her stomach and take hold of one nipple, twisting just enough to make her pussy walls contract around my tongue thrusting inside her.
She moans, her fingers latching onto my hair and holding me in place as she winds her hips, trying to get more, but I’m not going to let her come like this. Fuck no, I need to be inside her. I need to feel her pussy contract around me. I need to feel her tight walls sucking me deeper. Sitting back, I pull her up with my arm around her back and set her on my length, groaning as she clamps down on me.
“Levi,” she whimpers as I raise my hips and force her down onto my cock.
“Ride me hard,” I demand, and she does, her hips rising and falling rapidly, making me wish I had a mirror so I could watch myself disappear deep inside her. Feeling her walls start to ripple, I know she’s close, and I know she’s going to pull me over with her when she comes.
“Kiss me,” I say, holding on to her tightly. The second her mouth touches mine, I thrust my tongue between her lips and listen to her moan down my throat as she comes hard, so fucking hard that her walls tighten almost painfully around my cock, which sends me over the edge with her. Breathing heavily, she collapses against my chest.
“Did I hurt you?” she asks after a moment, and I shake my head no and relax back into the couch, holding on to the woman who changed everything for me. The woman who has made me want more out of life, the woman I want to spend my life with.
Epilogue
LEVI
Looking at Fawn asleep in my arms, I wonder how the hell I got so goddamn lucky. I never thought for a moment that I would find someone so perfect for me, but somehow I was lucky enough to move in right next door to her. “Merry Christmas.” I kiss her ear, then watch a small smile spread across her pretty mouth as she sleepily rolls toward me and tucks herself even closer.
“Merry Christmas.” Her sleepy eyes open to meet mine, and I know without a doubt that I will never get tired of waking up to her.
“Are you ready for your first present?” I ask, and her eyes light up.
“Yes. Gimme, gimme, gimme.” She claps excitedly, and I laugh.
“A little bit greedy this morning, I can see,” I mutter, and she smacks my shoulder.
“Whatever, I just love opening gifts. It could be a lump of coal, and I would still be excited about it.” She smiles as I pull out the card I tucked away in the top drawer of my nightstand. “A card, I love cards.” She holds it to her chest, and I laugh again. None of this surprises me, since my woman is Christmas obsessed. Everything is decorated—even Muffin has a red-and-green leash and collar with bells on it.
“Are you gonna open it or stare at it?” I question, running my hand up her thigh, and she leans up, kissing me on the edge of my jaw before ripping the card open.
“Vegas?” she breathes as she studies the two plane tickets sitting in her lap. “We’re going to Vegas for New Year’s?”
“Yes, and while we’re there, I want you to do me a favor.”
“What?” She pulls her eyes from the plane tickets to look at me, and I take her hand in mine, running my fingers lightly over her smooth skin.
“Be my wife,” I say as I slide a ring onto her finger. I thought the ring would be perfect for her—it’s simple and understated but still absolutely gorgeous. Everything she is.
“You . . .” She shakes her head. “You want to marry me?” she asks in disbelief, blinking at the ring, then me. How she can still react with surprise is amazing to me.
“Yes . . . I—”
“Oh my god. You want to marry me,” she yells so loudly that Muffin, who was asleep, gets up quickly and jumps onto the bed to see what’s going on.
“I take it that’s a yes.” I laugh as she launches herself at me, forcing me to my back and kissing me all over my face and lips.
“Yes, yes, yes . . . oh my god, I’m getting married.”
“We’re getting married.”
“Yes, we’re getting married . . . ,” she says quietly, then looks at her hand resting against my chest. “This is so beautiful.” She pauses to meet my gaze. “I love you.”