I kicked off my shoes, lowering myself back down to my normal height, and Trent smiled. “Much better,” he said.
I laughed. “Seriously? Now you have to lean down to kiss me again. It’s so much easier when I’m taller.”
He licked his lips and trailed the back of his hand down the side of my face. “Your height is just one of the many things I love about you,” he said, his gaze intense. “I have a weakness for short girls.”
I stood there, stunned. “How did I not know that about you?”
Then again, there was still so much I didn’t know about him. He’d lived a long time, and he had a past I couldn’t begin to comprehend.
He lifted one shoulder in a lazy shrug. “Don’t worry. You’ll have an eternity to learn everything there is to know about me.”
My heart tripped over itself, then beat hard and steady.
“I really like that, too,” he said, his voice dropping to a husky rasp.
“You really like what?”
“The sound your heart makes every time I talk about our future, or when I mention having an eternity together. It stutters just the slightest bit, almost as if it can’t keep up with itself, and then it pounds,” he said.
“Yeah, well, you have that effect on me,” I said, not bothering to hide it from him. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
His only response was a much too short kiss that left me wanting more. “Before this goes any further, there’s something I want to do,” he said.
Trent walked over to the closet and rummaged around for something on the top shelf. What on earth was he doing? I shifted on my feet, my curiosity growing by the second. Had he bought me a wedding gift? I hoped not because I hadn’t gotten him anything.
“What are you doing?” I asked, unable to handle the suspense a moment longer.
Finally, he sauntered back toward me, his bright, sexy smile a stark contrast to his dark, lustful eyes. Stopping in front of me, he held up the vials Ivy had given us.
My jaw dropped, and I stared up at him. “You want to do this tonight?” I asked.
He gave a small nod. “I said I wanted to have a baby with my wife, and you’re my wife now,” he said, his voice much calmer than mine had been. “I was going to save these for the honeymoon, but why wait?”
“Because… I—” I snapped my mouth shut.
I didn’t have a good reason why we should wait, other than the fact that he’d completely blindsided me with this. We’d talked about it a lot, and we were both in agreement that it was something we wanted to do, but I figured we’d also talk about when to drink the potion so that we’d both be prepared.
“If you don’t want to do this right now, that’s okay,” he said, his tone patient. “But I want you to know that I’m ready whenever you are.”
I took a deep breath and nodded. I’d fought so hard to be able to have Trent’s baby, and while the idea of pregnancy and childbirth was scary, so was not doing those things. I wanted this more than anything. Why was I hesitating?
Memories of the night Trent had stayed awake trying to figure out a way to make this work flashed through my mind, followed quickly by images of him playing with Little Frank, of the sheer joy in his eyes, the sound of his carefree laughter, the way he smiled every time Little Frank would ask for Trent.
Now was our chance to have that life, to be parents. And God knew I wanted to be everything for Trent—his best friend, his soulmate, his lover, his wife. The mother of his child. With a steady hand, I took the vial with my name on it and twisted off the wooden top.
“Are you sure?” he asked, brow raised.
“Yes,” I said without hesitation.
Together, we drank the potion, and then Trent took the vials and tossed them on top of the dresser. Warmth seeped through my veins, and a sudden rush of dizziness hit me, but it disappeared even faster, and then I felt fine. Perfectly normal.
Trent gently clutched either side of my neck and slanted his lips over mine, and the instant his tongue grazed mine, I was a goner. Everything inside of me screamed for more, for him to kiss me harder and deeper, to never stop.
I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, my palms itching with the need to touch bare skin, to hear the way he’d groan when I ran my fingers down his chest. The sensations clawed at me, demanding to be sated. It was as if I had no control over my body, the urges fully taking over.
But Trent wasn’t nearly as crazed as I seemed to be. He spun me around so my back was to his chest, his lips featherlight across the back of my neck. The way he was torturously slow in peeling my dress from my body, kissing and caressing every inch of skin he exposed, was an intentional seduction, a promise of everything he planned to do to me.
“Trent, please,” I said, my voice a needy whine. I turned to face him, not caring if he was done teasing me, rose up on my tiptoes, and drew his bottom lip between my teeth, demanding he kiss me.
His hands coursed down my back, stopping on my butt, and then he lifted me off my feet at the exact moment his tongue plunged between my lips. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered at the feel of how hard his body was.
“I have been waiting my entire existence for this moment,” he said as he laid me down on the bed.
He didn’t once lose contact with my body, settling easily between my legs as if he didn’t belong anywhere else. And he didn’t. He was mine. For
