Forget speech. It’s all I can do to moan my agreement.

“So responsive,” he rasps, searing a path along my chest. “These…” He sucks one of my breasts into his mouth. “Mine.”

“Y—yours,” I agree. Every cell of my body is buzzing with the electric energy teeming between us.

“And this…”

I look down when he doesn’t finish, watching as he brings both hands to my stomach, resting them there reverently.

“It’s yours,” I offer, unable to hold back my tears. “That’s yours, too.”

Lyle brings his forehead to my abdomen for a beat before pressing a chaste kiss just above my bellybutton. “You’re mine, little one.”

Any fear I might’ve still possessed over whether he truly wanted this child evaporates with the sentiment he just poured into that declaration.

“Fuck,” he groans, moving back to my mouth for an emotion-filled kiss. He swipes his tongue through once, then breathes against my lips, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” I mutter around the second swipe. “So much.”

With the pads of his thumbs, he brushes away my tears. “Why are you crying, Li’l Bit?”

I shrug, trying to summon the energy to put what I’m feeling into words. “I just…” I shake my head, emotion obstructing my throat. “Thank you,” I finally manage to get out. “Just thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” He winks then presses a brief kiss to the tip of my nose before resuming his descent. His pillowy lips skim my throat then each of my breasts in turn. He makes no attempt to remove my bra, leaving my tits trussed up, spilling over the top of the half cups and gaping through the nipple holes.

“Lyle,” I gasp, his fascination with my tits reminding me of the toy I brought to compliment my sexy ensemble.

“Mmm?” He moves on, nibbling along the curve of my hip.

“I got some nipple clamps.”

That captures his attention. His head pops up, eyes wide. “Say what?”

“I dropped them when I walked out of the bathroom and saw your surprise.” I wave a hand in the general direction of the en suite. “I thought we might try them out…”

He mutters some discombobulated nonsense before launching off the bed to retrieve the toy.

I’m dying laughing when he strolls back with the clamps positioned in front of his own chest.

“Good thinking,” I say, knowing this is not at all what he’s thinking. “Try them on yourself first.”

“The fuck?” His head jolts back. “No way.”

I give him an exaggerated pout. “But what if they hurt?”

His expression says, duh. There is no other way to describe how he’s looking at me and what he thinks of my genius idea. “That’s exactly why I have no desire to wear the damn things. I’m no sadist.”

“Yeah, okay…you pierced and tattooed your dick.”