Spider Game (GhostWalkers, #12)(92)
“Don’t say was, Cayenne. We’ve hit a f*cking bump, not the end. I know how you lived. Do you think I don’t know? I am a scientist. I know exactly what those f*ckwads did to you, baby. I’m going to erase it all. I am.” He reached around her and caught her wrists, pulling her hands back to him, palms up so he could brush kisses into them. “We have time to get you pregnant and that gives us time to prepare for an actual baby. Time to get to be us. To learn the things we don’t know.”
She shook her head. “You’re asking too much.”
“No, I’m not,” he said. “I’ll never ask too much of you. You’ve been guarding Wyatt’s girls. You came back and entered a fight with supersoldiers in order to keep them from being taken. You want children, Cayenne, same as me. You want a family. With me.”
“Someday. This is going too fast. Way too fast.”
“Four f*cking months, baby, is not too fast. Not when I’ve had shit for years and you’ve had it all your life. Those days are over. We’re going to look ahead, build us a family, and we’re going to have the f*cking ever after.”
He pulled her onto his lap, his arms surrounding her. “I hear that you’re scared. But I don’t hear you saying you don’t want my child growing in you. It doesn’t matter when we have a child. Now or ten years from now, you’re going to want that baby the moment you find out you’re pregnant. You know you will.”
She leaned back against his chest, turning a little more to rest her head against him, the first sign that he might be getting somewhere. He kept persisting.
“Cayenne, I want my child in you. Not just because it will keep Whitney from coming after you, but because once I realized that was the solution to our problem, the idea took hold and I found I wanted a child with you more than anything. I don’t care if it’s a girl or boy, only that it’s ours and healthy.”
She was silent for a long time. He waited. He was patient. He had methodically thought of and discarded a hundred ideas when the solution had presented itself to him. He’d been shocked. If he was truthful, even a little afraid. He’d never held a baby, but the thought of his child growing in Cayenne made him soft inside. He came to like the idea. Then want it.
“You don’t have a child because of Whitney,” she said, clinging to her stubborn. Her tone wasn’t quite as combative. Her body had gone soft again, sinking into his skin, melting so the silk of her slid along his chest and belly. He instantly felt the answering need in his cock. He allowed it to happen. To build in him. She felt the growing erection against her bare bottom but she didn’t shift away from him.
“No, we don’t,” Trap said quietly. “We have a child because it completes us. Because we love each other that much. If, when that happens, it makes Whitney back off, all to the good, but our child will be loved and wanted because he or she is ours.”
She was quiet. He let his hands roam. Cupping her breasts. Thumbs sliding over her hard little nipples. He felt the answering heat rushing through her body. Silken skin melted more into him.
“I want you all over again, Cayenne.”
She tilted her head to look at him. “I want you too, Trap, but you scare me so much sometimes. I don’t want to get lost because I feel such emotion for you, and I want to please you. I want to give you everything you’ve never had.”
He caught the cloud of dark hair in his hand and tilted her head back even more. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, Cayenne. Nothing I wouldn’t give you if you asked me for it. I want to give you everything you’ve never had – especially a family. I need you alive for that. I need you lying beside me every f*cking night. I need to wake up to you in order to give you the world. I know that sounds selfish and, baby, I feel selfish when it comes to you. You’ve trusted me with you this far. Come all the way with me. All the way.”
She took a breath, and her vibrant green gaze moved over his face, taking him in. “Then okay. We’ll do this. Together. But don’t make any more decisions no matter how logical they are if they involve me, without consulting me first.”
“Babe.” His voice said it all. He was that kind of man. He knew it. She knew it.
Her breath hissed out of her. “Fine, but expect my temper when you do, Trap. It isn’t going to be pretty.”
“I know.” And he did.
She pushed out of his lap and turned her head to lick up his chest, tracing heavy muscle. “This time, you’d better give me what I want and not go all commando on me and tell me I’m done. I’ll be done when I want to be done. Got that?”
He got it. He was more than happy to give himself up to her very talented mouth. She’d given in to him and she could have any damn thing she wanted – especially his cock.
CHAPTER 15
Cayenne’s heart beat a million miles an hour as she stepped onto the pier that was close to Wyatt’s home. The last two weeks had been amazing. Trap spent most of the time in the laboratory. Wyatt came to work with him often, nearly every day. At first Cayenne had made herself scarce when he came over, but then she decided she needed to get used to being around someone besides Trap and she joined the two men in the laboratory.