Grinning, I said, “I like being stuck with you.”
He slapped my ass. “Go turn on the shower; I’ll be there in a minute.” As I turned to leave, he called out, “And Velvet?”
I looked back at him. “Yeah?”
His eyes flashed desire again. “Get those lips ready, baby. My cock needs them.”
I loved how much my man needed me.
* * *
An hour later, we were finished in the shower, and Nash still hadn’t left to go back to work. While he’d taken a phone call, I’d curled up on the couch ready to watch some TV. He’d exhausted me with two rounds of sex, and I needed some time to recover.
“There you are,” he said, entering the living room. He sat next to me and lifted my legs onto his lap.
“Everything okay?” I asked, sleepily.
“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze focused on mine. It seemed like he was going to say something else, but he didn’t.
“I think I’m going to have to take a nap,” I admitted. “You’ve worn me out.”
He began massaging my legs, and it felt so damn good and relaxing. My mind drifted off, almost asleep, when he said, “Is there something worrying you, sweet thing?”
My eyes snapped open. “Why?”
“You seem distracted, lately. I can’t put my finger on it, but it feels like you’ve got something going on in your mind that you’re not talking to me about. I know I’ve been caught up with club business, but I want you to talk to me about your stuff. I don’t want you to feel like I’m not interested or don’t have the time for that.”
I watched him for a moment, apprehension about having this conversation filling me. “I’m okay,” I said softly, deciding now was not the time to bring up my worries.
Concern etched his face. “I don’t believe you. You’re gonna have to give me something here, Velvet.”
Shit, he wasn’t going to let this go. Taking a deep breath, I admitted, “I’ve been thinking about my miscarriages a lot lately. With everything Harlow is going through it’s playing on my mind, and I can’t stop the thoughts.”
“What exactly are you thinking?” His hands kept massaging my legs and I desperately didn’t want to ruin this moment by opening up to him.
“Nothing really.” When he raised his brows at me as if to say, I still don’t believe you, I added, “It’s hard, that’s all. I hate being sad about it, but I don’t think that will ever go away.” I felt so bad even saying that to him, knowing what he’d lost in his life.
His hands stopped moving over my skin while he gave me his full attention. “Baby, why won’t you talk to me?”
I frowned. “I am talking to you.”
Shaking his head, he said, “No, words are coming out of your mouth, but I can tell they’re not the words you should be saying. There’s something else you’re keeping from me, and I want to know what it is.”
I sighed. “Trust me, Nash, you don’t want to hear this. Not today. Please just let it go, and I promise I will talk to you about it soon.” I was almost begging him, but I knew he wouldn’t accept what I’d said. However, I held my breath, hoping.
Determination flashed in his eyes. “I’m not letting it go, so start talking,” he demanded.
I stared at him for what felt like a long time, but what was probably only a minute or so. Taking a deep breath, I opened up. “I want kids,” I said softly, fearful of where this admission would lead us.
His eyes didn’t leave mine, but his shoulders tensed and his breathing slowed. “I didn’t think you could have kids,” he said slowly, and I sensed his hesitation to continue the conversation.
“I struggle to carry a baby to term and the doctor said I may never be able to have a child, but he didn’t say it was impossible.” I watched him, waiting for his reaction, not sure of what it would be.
His forehead creased in a frown. “So you’re saying you want kids now? As in soon?”
Oh hell, I’d opened a can of worms now. “No, I’m . . .” My words drifted off as I stood and ran my fingers through my hair. Looking down at him, I continued, “I don’t want them right now, but I need you to know that I do want them eventually. I don’t know where you and I will end up, but if kids isn’t something you want, we need to have that out on the table now so we both know where we stand.” Shit, was I really ready for this conversation? It could mean the end of Nash and me if he didn’t want kids because I wasn’t sure I could compromise on this.
He stood and came to me, his hands taking hold of my arms. His grip was firm and his eyes demanded my complete attention. “I’ll tell you where you and I will end up – together. This isn’t a short-term thing for me and I sure as hell hope it isn’t for you either.” He stopped talking, clearly waiting for confirmation from me on that.