“Does that mean yes?” she asked, looking so innocent and so happy.
“Yes,” he said.
She launched herself into his arms, covering his face with kisses. He caught her, pulling her to sit across his lap and snuggling her in against him. Her warm sweet weight in his arms made everything else worthwhile.
“You’re relentless,” he said as she kissed her way along his jaw and squirmed in his lap in a way that had his cock paying attention.
“I thought you liked that about me,” she said, scraping her teeth over his jaw.
“Sweetheart, I love that about you.” He turned, catching her sweet lips with his and kissing her until he felt her breath hitch and her pulse race under his thumb at her throat. “This is how it’s going to be, isn’t it? Me thinking I’m in charge and you wearing me down?”
“I like it when you’re in charge sometimes,” she said, deliberately wiggling on his lap.
He reached up to cup her breast through the soft cotton of her T-shirt and gave her nipple a gentle pinch. Her breasts were more sensitive since she’d gotten pregnant, and he loved how quickly she responded to his touch and how much she seemed to love it.
“Maybe I have to work on my negotiation skills,” he bent his head, catching her nipple with his teeth, and had the pleasure of hearing her squeak and then suck in a breath, waiting to see what he’d do. Wrapping his lips around the peak, he blew through the fabric and felt her soften in his arms, arching her back to offer herself to him. As he moved from one breast to the other, nipping and teasing, he decided he’d happily spend the rest of his life doing whatever she wanted if it kept Claire in his arms.
