My chest squeezed tight. I hated how much I wanted him to say something else. I love you. Just those three words. But he didn't. And I wasn't going to ask. So I forced a breathy chuckle and muttered, "You're welcome. But let's be clear, you're still an asshole."
"I know" He laughed against my skin, that low rumble making my toes curl, and bit my neck gently. I hissed, and his lips were instantly on mine—soft, slow, lingering like he was memorizing me all over again.
Then I said it, just to mess with him. "Now that I think about it… I might've forgotten to take my birth control."
He froze mid-thrust. Dead silent. His face lifted, eyes wide with a half-surprised look.
I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing and covered his mouth with my hand. "I'm kidding! Oh my God—your face—"
He grabbed my wrist, pinned it above my head, and gave me that wicked look—the one that said I was in trouble. "You really think that's funny?"
