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to be, Carmen. It doesn’t change one thing about you being my woman.”
“I’m on the Pill!”
Jack stilled, his fingers gripping her nipples hard. “Something you want to tell me about that?” he asked cautiously. He didn’t want to hear about her past relationships or even ones she hoped to have. But he’d made several incorrect assumptions so it was probably a good idea to let her say whatever it was she felt she needed to.
“For you. In case you came home. I’ve been on it since the week after you left,” Carmen panted. “The children issue is not on the table. You don’t get to decide that just because I can’t live without your cock.”
Jack rose over her, his fingers rolling her nipples as he knelt on the bed straddling her hips and looking down into the face he would never get enough of. “Is that a limit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You don’t love me.”
“ What ? If you believed I loved you, you’d have my children?”
“Eventually. When you’re ready.”
Jack was breathing hard, controlling his instincts.
“So how do you think you’ll know I’m ready?”
Carmen had dropped her skirt when Jack moved up over her. Now her hands rose above her head on the bed, clasping there in self-bondage. Her back arched into his handling of her breasts and a small smile played around her mouth. “When you need me to tell you I love you. Then you’re ready.”
There it was, the one thing he’d never require of her. He could want it ‘til his body ached with the need but he’d never ask for those words from her. If she didn’t offer them willingly with no prompting, they would be worthless anyway.
He let go of her nipples and gripped her breasts, kneading them as he stared down at her. Damn it to hell! He’d been ignorant enough to assume her still wanting him was about deeper emotions. Commitment. Did she think it was just sex to him?
He let her go and sprang off the bed to pace to his back door. The window showed snow coming down sideways. It was a bitter night. Her panting on the bed was the only sound.
All right. Baby girl was no fool. She wanted to know who was in charge and she was pushing the important buttons. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have shocked her with the baby issue.
It was more than that. He wanted his seed in her. Some part of him possessing her at all times. She was right. That was no reason to bring kids into the world. But it wasn’t the only reason and she’d jumped to conclusions as much as he had. It was still his responsibility to read her and he’d scared her.
Babies were a huge deal and she had no way of knowing he’d spent several months naming them. Envisioning them, envisioning her heavy and pregnant with his child. He’d told her he wasn’t poor but also that he was mostly unemployed. A woman couldn’t know she’d be financially secure enough to support a baby with that little bit of information. Women needed security before they thought about babies.
Time to fix it. Seduce her. Fuck her brains out. Buy her a house and then propose. It wasn’t a complicated plan. He’d masterminded complex operations that had to run in three time zones. Surely he could accomplish this without fucking it up. The problem was the issue of telling her he loved her. She’d never believe it now. She wasn’t looking at the big picture.
He hadn’t touched another woman in seventeen months. She’d made him her Christmas wish. If those two people didn’t love each other, he didn’t know what the concept meant.
Jack crossed his arms and regarded the night, letting her lie there and think. She’d challenged him as her dominant. Challenged him with her trust issue. She didn’t realize his every action was a declaration. A pledge. That was all right. She’d learn.
He turned to her. She’d wisely gone back to the last position he’d required, holding her skirt
“I’m on the Pill!”
Jack stilled, his fingers gripping her nipples hard. “Something you want to tell me about that?” he asked cautiously. He didn’t want to hear about her past relationships or even ones she hoped to have. But he’d made several incorrect assumptions so it was probably a good idea to let her say whatever it was she felt she needed to.
“For you. In case you came home. I’ve been on it since the week after you left,” Carmen panted. “The children issue is not on the table. You don’t get to decide that just because I can’t live without your cock.”
Jack rose over her, his fingers rolling her nipples as he knelt on the bed straddling her hips and looking down into the face he would never get enough of. “Is that a limit?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“You don’t love me.”
“ What ? If you believed I loved you, you’d have my children?”
“Eventually. When you’re ready.”
Jack was breathing hard, controlling his instincts.
“So how do you think you’ll know I’m ready?”
Carmen had dropped her skirt when Jack moved up over her. Now her hands rose above her head on the bed, clasping there in self-bondage. Her back arched into his handling of her breasts and a small smile played around her mouth. “When you need me to tell you I love you. Then you’re ready.”
There it was, the one thing he’d never require of her. He could want it ‘til his body ached with the need but he’d never ask for those words from her. If she didn’t offer them willingly with no prompting, they would be worthless anyway.
He let go of her nipples and gripped her breasts, kneading them as he stared down at her. Damn it to hell! He’d been ignorant enough to assume her still wanting him was about deeper emotions. Commitment. Did she think it was just sex to him?
He let her go and sprang off the bed to pace to his back door. The window showed snow coming down sideways. It was a bitter night. Her panting on the bed was the only sound.
All right. Baby girl was no fool. She wanted to know who was in charge and she was pushing the important buttons. It was his fault. He shouldn’t have shocked her with the baby issue.
It was more than that. He wanted his seed in her. Some part of him possessing her at all times. She was right. That was no reason to bring kids into the world. But it wasn’t the only reason and she’d jumped to conclusions as much as he had. It was still his responsibility to read her and he’d scared her.
Babies were a huge deal and she had no way of knowing he’d spent several months naming them. Envisioning them, envisioning her heavy and pregnant with his child. He’d told her he wasn’t poor but also that he was mostly unemployed. A woman couldn’t know she’d be financially secure enough to support a baby with that little bit of information. Women needed security before they thought about babies.
Time to fix it. Seduce her. Fuck her brains out. Buy her a house and then propose. It wasn’t a complicated plan. He’d masterminded complex operations that had to run in three time zones. Surely he could accomplish this without fucking it up. The problem was the issue of telling her he loved her. She’d never believe it now. She wasn’t looking at the big picture.
He hadn’t touched another woman in seventeen months. She’d made him her Christmas wish. If those two people didn’t love each other, he didn’t know what the concept meant.
Jack crossed his arms and regarded the night, letting her lie there and think. She’d challenged him as her dominant. Challenged him with her trust issue. She didn’t realize his every action was a declaration. A pledge. That was all right. She’d learn.
He turned to her. She’d wisely gone back to the last position he’d required, holding her skirt
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