The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Chapter Forty-Two

I was going to make her mine, every goddamn inch of her gorgeous body.

Biting the edge of her ear, grasping her jaw, I brought her face up so she could see us in the mirror.

Her cheeks flushed, her hair everywhere, her breasts pushed into the counter—she sucked in a sharp breath when she saw our reflection.

I tightened my grip on her jaw. “You’re mine.” I stroked my finger once in her ass, pushing my release further inside her, then I eased out.

“I need to get on the pill,” she blurted, giving away her thoughts as she trembled under my control.

“I don’t want you on the pill,” I admitted.

Her body stilled under me. “But, that means—”

“I know what it means.” Holding her gaze and my fucking breath, I kissed the soft flesh of her neck.

Her hands gripping the edge of the counter, she tried to push up. “But I, but you, you can’t mean….”

I held my body over hers, not giving her an opportunity to escape me or this conversation. “I mean exactly what I said.” Every word.

She stopped fighting to get up. “But, why?”

Unwavering, I held her gaze. “I want to give you a family.” I wanted her to be my family.

She didn’t blush. She didn’t even blink. She went dead white. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “Are you asking—”

“I’m telling you my intent.” If I was asking her to marry me, she would know it.

She pulled out of my grasp and her head dropped. “ Shit .”

Forcing myself not to react, keeping my movements controlled, I stood and brought her up with me. Turning her, I grasped her chin, but she kept her eyes closed. “Look at me,” I demanded.

She opened her eyes, but distress tainted every inch of her face.

Damn it .

Manning the fuck up, I said what I should say instead of what I wanted to say. “If you don’t want me, tell me now. I’ll leave.”

Grasping my wrist, she pulled my hand away and her head fell to my chest. “You don’t get it,” she whispered.

“Then explain,” I clipped.

She looked up at me with every emotion written in raw vulnerability across her face. “I can’t bring a child into this world when so many are out there who desperately need a home.” She swallowed. “I want to foster and adopt.”

I fell more in love with her. “Then we’ll adopt.”

She blinked. Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “But you said you belong inside me and that you want to give me a family.”

“Do you not want to have my children?” Would I be willing to give up seeing her body swell with my child?

She bit her lip, and her gaze drifted. Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. “Sawyer, please.”

“We can’t do both?”

Inhaling, she looked up at me. “Are we really having this conversation?”

“I’m not playing games with you.” I was too old for that shit.

She shook her head. “I’m not either. I just thought… I don’t know.” She drew her lips in, then exhaled. “This isn’t too soon to be talking about this?”

“No.” I wanted my hands in her hair. I wanted back inside her body. I wanted to kiss her. Fuck, I just wanted to hold her, but I didn’t do any of it. “I know what I want.”

Slow, she nodded. “You want me.”

Without a doubt. “Yes.”

Something close to determination flashed across her features. “And you’re okay with adopting?”

“Yes.” I’d never thought about it before meeting her, but now I had zero reservations.

“Foster to adopt?”

Whatever she wanted. “Yes.”

Tiny lines appeared between her eyes as she frowned. “But you also want your own children?”

I laid it all out. “I do.”

“Both?” she whispered, unconsciously leaning into me.

The corner of my mouth tipped up. “Yes, both.”

The hint of a shy smile spread across her lips. “Sawyer Savatier, are you saying you want a life with me full of children, some we have and some we take in?”

“Yes.” I grabbed her ass and picked her up.

Squealing, laughing, she wrapped her legs and her arms around me. “Sawyer!”

I fucking loved it when she said my name. “Say it again,” I demanded, walking her into her bedroom.

“Sawyer, Sawyer, Sawyer,” she chanted, giggling.

I dropped her to her bed and crawled over her.

“Sawyer,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I cupped her face. “Be mine.”

“Okay,” she breathed, spreading her legs under me, and rubbing her wet cunt against my hard cock. “But only if you’ll be mine.”

Fuck . “I already am.” I slid inside her.