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 fucking 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.

Trap hadn’t pushed her at all to do anything, but she could tell he was pleased that she’d made the effort. She found herself liking Wyatt. He had an easy charm, enabling her to relax in his presence. Still, she liked it best when she was alone with Trap.

Trap really liked sex. All the time. She did as well, so it was nice to know she wasn’t alone in her needs. He was inventive and bossy but so was she. They worked together, and she had to admit, she was comfortable in their strange relationship. She spent most of her time trying to learn things that would make their huge house really a home. She wanted to do that for Trap. Watching various programs on the Internet helped, but even with numerous cooking shows to aid her, she had a miserable time learning to cook.

Baby, you have to stop looking like you’re going to your doom.

There was humor in Trap’s voice. Affection. Warmth. She wrapped herself in the way he felt for her, using it as armor as they approached the house. Trap took her hand and pulled her close, into his body, her front to his side, and then his arm swept around her, clamping her to him. She had no choice but to curl her fingers into his tight tee – the one that stretched valiantly across a wealth of muscle.

Do I look like that?

Yes, and it’s adorable. So much so that if you keep it up, I’m going to carry you into the swamp and do you right there, just a few feet from the house.

Her nipples went hard and she glanced speculatively at the swamp creeping close to the Fontenot compound. She felt the rush of liquid heat between her legs the way she did whenever Trap used that voice. She loved his voice.

He halted abruptly. You’re thinking about it, aren’t you? You’d let me.

She was surprised. She’d never turned him down. Not once. He’d never turned her down. Ever. Of course I would. Did you think I wouldn’t? In any case, sex with Trap was a far better option than being around people she didn’t know. In fact, maybe it was the perfect time for seduction.

I love having you inside me. I love my mouth on you, the taste of you, the feel of you. Why wouldn’t I go into the swamp with you? You could pick me up, I’ll wrap my legs around your waist and you’ll be inside me. What’s not to love about that?

His arm tightened and he dipped his face low, toward hers. Are you ready for me? Wet? Dripping my honey for me?

She nodded, watching his expression closely. Trap didn’t give much away unless it came to sex. Then pure sensuality was carved into every line of his very masculine features. His glacier eyes flamed blue and became hooded and sexy. Like now. Her heart beat harder, her mouth went dry and deep inside she felt a spasm.