I giggled as I propped myself up on my elbows. “I can’t help it. You know what a history nerd I am.”

With a grin, Barrett undid his white bow tie. “It’s one of the many quirky things I love about you.”

“Quirky or kooky?” I teasingly asked.

“Endearing,” he diplomatically replied.

I rose up on my knees and scooted to the edge of the bed. My fingers reached out to start unbuttoning Barrett’s shirt and I asked, “What else do you love about me?”

“The way your tongue pokes out when you’re concentrating really hard.”

Scowling at him, I replied, “Out of everything you could love about me, that’s what you pick?”

“What’s wrong with it?”

“Ugh, it makes me sound like a dog.”

Shrugging out of his shirt, Barrett argued, “No it doesn’t, it makes you cute.”

“Fine. I’m cute when I stick my tongue out like a dog. What else?

“The way you hum show tunes when you’re nervous, and the light in your eyes when you see an animal of any kind.”

“Yep, I’m a sappy dork.”

The serious expression on Barrett’s face caused my heart to accelerate. “The way you want to make the world a better place even though the cards are stacked against you, and the way you give of yourself to help others.”

“That’s very sweet. Thank you.”

“I can be sweet.”

“I know that. It’s one thing that endears me to you.”

A mischievous look flashed in Barrett’s eyes as he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Standing before me in his tight black briefs, he added, “I also love the way your eyes roll back in your head when you take that first sip of morning coffee.”

I jabbed my finger in his now bare chest. “It’s not polite to make fun of an addict, and we both know how addicted I am to coffee.”

Barrett laughed. “I’m not making fun of you, just stating the facts.” He reached around me to find the zipper of my dress. After lowering it, he dipped his head so his breath warmed my ear. “I also like the way your eyes roll back in your head when my tongue or my dick is buried deep inside your pussy.”

Need burned through me, causing me to shudder. His fingers came to the straps of my dress and after he eased them down my arms, I raised my hips up so he could slide the dress off. When he couldn’t get me out of the dress fast enough, he started to tug on the fabric. “Hey now, you gotta be gentle with the Valentino,” I urged.

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you another one.”

Once my dress was whisked away and unceremoniously tossed to the floor, I was left in the lacy black thigh-highs and the navy bustier that sucked me in and pushed my boobs up.

Barrett’s hungry gaze caused me to lick my lips in anticipation. “I also love the way your tits look when they’re cinched up like that. Makes me want to slide my dick between them.”

“Why am I not surprised you found a way to make this lovefest all about sex?” I teased.

Cocking his head, Barrett suggested, “Because me being a sex fiend is something you love about me.”

“That’s true, just one of the many, many things.” I cupped his face in my hands. “Now will you shut up and make love to your real fiancée in Lincoln’s bedroom?”

“I’ll shut up, but only if I can fuck my fiancée in Lincoln’s bedroom.”

“I think a compromise is in order.”

“What would that entail?” Barrett questioned as he loomed over me.

“You can fuck me, but only if you promise to also make love to me.”

“It’s been a long day—are you sure you’re up for that?”

I grinned as I eyed the bulge in his underwear. “As long as the Bear’s up for it, I am.”

“Trust me, he’s always up for it.” Barrett dipped off the mattress to open the nightstand drawer. To show his commitment to my compromise, he tossed a sheet of condoms onto the bed.

I snorted. “You just moved in here today and you already have condoms in the nightstand?”

“I thought putting them in my tux pocket would be tacky.”

“Good thinking.”

Opening a condom, Barrett said, “We need to get you on the pill.”

“I can do that, but with only six months until the wedding, it might not make sense for me to get started now.”

Barrett paused before sliding the condom on his massive length. “Why not?”

“Because I might want to have a baby right away,” I teasingly replied. While I braced myself for his horror and indignation, I hadn’t planned on his actual reaction.

“Why don’t we start now, and we could really have tongues wagging with a shotgun wedding?” he suggested.

My eyes bulged. “You’re joking.”

He shook his head. “I’m ready to be a father.”

“You’re ready for shitty diapers, snotty noses, and bratty tantrums?” I said, repeating the line he had said to me when we had first talked about kids.

“Yep.”

“Considering you didn’t even want to get married, what could have possibly changed your mind about having children?”

“You did.” His expression grew serious. “You changed everything, Addison.”

My heartbeat accelerated, and I fought to catch my breath. “Really? I mean about babies.”