Her brow lifts, amused. “Still? Caleb, I wake up every morning grateful you stole my heart. I love you. More than I ever knew I could.”
God, she says it like it’s breathing.
I pull her closer. “I love you too, Sunshine. More every damn day. This house, this life, that baby growing inside you—you gave me everything.”
“We gave each other everything.”
The words melt into a kiss.
Soft. Deep. Then hotter.
I walk her backward toward the couch. The world narrows to the feel of her in my arms and the soft sound of her breathing. Her sweater stretches tight across her belly, and my palm curves instinctively around the swell, possessive, reverent.
She sinks onto the cushions with a sigh, her eyes on mine, full of warmth and something that looks a lot like hunger.
She doesn’t wait. Her hands are already tugging at my shirt, fingers sliding beneath the fabric, desperate to feel.
“Off,” she murmurs, breath catching as her palms glide over my skin.
I pull it over my head in one move, toss it somewhere I won’t care about later. My hands find the hem of her sweater, and I lift it slowly, dragging it up over her belly, pausing to kiss the soft stretch of skin. She trembles beneath my mouth.
“Beautiful,” I murmur against her. “My whole damn world right here.”
She cups my jaw, eyes burning into mine. “Show me.”
I do.
My hands slide higher, lifting her sweater the rest of the way. She raises her arms, and I peel it off, baring the lace bralette she wears underneath. My fingers skim along the edge, then trace the line of her ribs, her sides, her hips—mapping her all over again.
She gasps into my mouth as I kiss her, deep and slow, like I’ve got nowhere to be.
“We have ten minutes before Murphy shows up to drop off pies for the bake sale,” she whispers against my lips, breathless and teasing.
I grin. “Plenty of time.”
She laughs, low and wanting, and arches toward me as I press her back into the cushions. The bralette joins the sweater, and I take my time kissing every inch of newly exposed skin. Her breasts, the slope of her neck, the place just beneath her ear that makes her shiver.
Her hands slide down my torso, fingers grazing the waistband of my jeans. “Take these off,” she says, voice rough with need.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I shed them fast, along with my boxers, and her leggings and panties are already halfway down her thighs before I even get tothem. I kneel between her knees, tug them off the rest of the way, then pause to justlookat her.
Laid out. Glowing. Everything I’ve ever wanted, waiting for me.
“You okay?” I ask, brushing her hair from her face.
She nods, but it’s the way she reaches for me, the way her fingers tighten in mine that tells me everything.
“I need you,” she says, raw and honest.
I cover her body with mine, easing between her thighs, careful of her belly, always careful.
Our mouths find each other again as I slide my cock inside her sweet pussy with one deep, slow thrust.
Her moan is the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
We move together in a rhythm that’s as old as time. Her nails dig into my back, her legs curl around me, and I lose myself in the feel of her. Soft and wet andmine.
