I pull Kensie into my house, needing her again, this time in my arms, all night. Forever.

"Kodiak," she says breathlessly. "I never want this to end."

It’s like she is reading my goddamn mind.

I inhale her, both of us stripping to nothing as I kick my door shut. She’s pulling off her pants, tossing aside her shirt. She isn’t wearing panties… just like I told her, and within seconds I’m down to nothing myself. Our hands run all over one another as if we can’t touch, taste, or feel one another fast enough.

"God, woman, you make me crazy."

"And you make me horny," she says and we both laugh. I pick her up, holding her sweet ass in my hands, taking her to my room, depositing this darling barista on my bed.

"Your house is so..."

"Boring?"

She nods. "It’s like an Ikea catalogue threw up in here."

"I know right? It’s like I need a woman living here to give it a feminine, personal touch." I kiss her, then my mouth is on her breasts, her belly, her thighs, kissing every inch of her skin as we roll around in one another’s arms.

I bite her earlobe and she whispers, "I know a woman who could make this place feel more homey."

"So do I, I’m just nervous I might trip over her shoes in the middle of the night when I get up to change the baby’s diapers."

"Did you read my diary or something because my ovaries just exploded."

"No, I’m pretty sure that was your pussy talking." She’s so slick, so nice and juicy, and I slap her bare ass. She squeals with excitement, straddling me backward so I can lick her dripping cunt as she drops her head and begins sucking my cock.

"Fuck, Kensington," I groan as she wraps her pouty lips around my length and goes to town. My cock throbs for her, and I grind my face against her sweet pussy, licking her into a frenzy. She whimpers and it’s all I can do to not lose my load. I want to make this last--Kensie here, with me, 69ing me like it’s our last day on Earth. If it was, I wouldn’t mind. With her sitting on my face it’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I can’t hold on any longer, not when she’s deep throating me, being a naughty girl, acting like she’d go to hell and back for me. My cock sends warm come down her throat, and she keeps sucking me off until I’m done.

"Fuck." I’m trying to catch my breath, her creamy release lingering on my tongue, and I squeeze her round ass as she turns around, leaning on my chest. I wrap my arms around me, holding her tight. "Where have you been all my life?"

She runs her fingers through my beard. "I’ve just been standing behind the counter, waiting for you to ask me out."

"I didn’t think I was your type."

"What made you take the chance?" she asks, tracing her fingers over my skin.

"I told you earlier, at the coffee shop. Clive told me that if I wanted to build a life here, I needed to put up or shut up."

"Smart man." She kisses me softly. "Do you really want that? To build a life here?"

"Yes," I say, running my hands through her silky brown hair. "I’m not getting any younger. I want a family, Kensie."

"Me too. And I’m not leaving Linesworth. I know you aren’t close with your family back East, but you met my parents. You can see how close we are."

"I love that," I tell her, knowing that I’m falling so damn hard. If I told her just how much, I’d probably scare her away. "So, you want a family? How many kids do you want?"

Kensie laughs. "Matilda told me I should be honest with you about what I want, so you know I’m not messing around, but I told her it would freak you out."

"I’m not scared."

Kensie exhales, and the light of the moon shines through my bedroom window, casting a dreamy glow over my room. "I want like three or four kids. And I want to live in or near downtown. I have a teaching degree, you know, and would like to homeschool my kids."

"Really?" I twist my lips. "Why don’t you teach now?"

"I love kids and learning... but I just don’t see myself in a job like that."

"How did I not know this about you?"

She shakes her head, her hair falling in her eyes. "Same way I didn’t know you knew Bachelor trivia I guess." She sighs. "Honestly, I never lead with that. What guy wants to hear that a woman wants to be a wife and mother more than anything else? Most guys I’ve dated are scared of commitment."

"Right, that’s why you’re done doing guys, right?"

"Yeah, only men from here on out," she says with a laugh.

"Not men. Me."

"You think?" She purses her lips, eyes lifted to the ceiling, as if not quite believing me.

"I know." I roll her onto her back, my cock suddenly hard again, thinking about Kensie pregnant, carrying my baby. A ring on her finger. My wife.

"You look different," she says as I press myself against her, then inside her. Filling her up nice and gently. She gasps as my cock moves deeper inside her, and I love the way her voice hitches as she gets filled by me.

"Do I?"

"Yeah," she says, threading her fingers through my hair. "You look--"

I cut her off. "Happy?"

She closes her eyes as I begin to move against her exquisite body. "Yeah, you look happy, Kodiak."

"I am."

"So am I," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck, her legs around my body. We find our rhythm, our own music, and we make love.

Maybe we don’t say it out loud, but when we come, there is no other word in the English language that would suffice.