That also made sense. Vivian didn’t waste time, and she probably saw thinking about baby names before she knew the baby’s sex as a waste of time. But now they knew.

Jules’s heart beat faster as a smile stretched her mouth again. “Well, maybe now’s the time! Want to look some up?” She reached for her phone. “Or do you have any family names you want to use?”

Silence. Jules, phone in hand, looked back at Vivian to see that her lips were pinched and her eyes hooded.

Oh crap. Vivian never talked about her family. “Uh…”

“No family names,” Vivian said coolly. “But feel free to pull up a list, if you want.”

That wasn’t exactly resounding enthusiasm. Jules tried for a casual tone. “It can wait, if you don’t feel like it tonight. There’s plenty of time.” She tried another smile. “She’ll get a name eventually, right?”

Vivian blinked. Whatever darkness had appeared in her eyes vanished in a quick moment of wonder. “Yes. She will.”

Jules rubbed her thumb against the softness of Vivian’s palm. She meant it to be comforting. Judging by the sudden hitch in Vivian’s breath, it had a different effect entirely.

Her breath hitched too, and they looked into each other’s eyes for a long moment that lasted until Vivian leaned forward when Jules did.

The day’s desire that Vivian had banked all evening clearly came roaring back. She dug her hands into Jules’s hair and kissed her fiercely as if making sure she wasn’t going anywhere.

She wasn’t. She couldn’t imagine it. She kissed Vivian back until it seemed like at least one of them would fall out of her chair. Then she stood up, reaching for both of Vivian’s hands. “Bedroom?” she said, gasping.

Vivian looked up at her and licked her lips. “Bedroom.”

“You got it. It’s about time I show you what else my mouth is good for.”

Vivian’s own mouth said nothing. The sudden, hot plea in her eyes was all Jules needed to see.

* * *

Just like riding a bike, she thought as she kissed her way down Vivian’s belly. It had been a while since she’d gone down on a woman, but some things were hard to forget.

Vivian had already begun to babble softly under her breath, and by the time Jules had slid to her knees between Vivian’s thighs by the side of the bed, she’d started to pant. She struggled to sit up; Jules leaned in and pressed a tender, careful kiss; she fell back down.