He reached over to the nightstand, tore open the foil packet, and rolled on the condom. His gaze never left hers. And God, that look in her eyes—that soft, hungry, completely-in-love look—nearly wrecked him.
He lined the head of his cock up with her, sweet, wet pussy and pressed against her without slipping inside.
“Is this what you want?”
“Shane, don’t tease me.”
He ran his cock up and down her lips until she gave him a soft moan.
“Please,” she begged. “I need it.”
When he pushed inside her, they both gasped. She was still warm and slick from coming, and he sank in deep, her body welcoming him like coming home. He held still for a beat,forehead pressed to hers, trying to hang onto the rapidly fraying thread of control he had left.
“I love you,” he breathed.
April’s gaze softened even more—somehow—and her arms wrapped tightly around his back. “I love you, too,” she said, voice thick with need. “So much.”
And that—that—was what undid him.
He started to move, slow and deep, every thrust matched by the curl of her hips. She moaned into his mouth, her fingers digging into his shoulders as their rhythm built. This wasn’t frenzied, wasn’t frantic. It was reverent. They both knew what they had and neither wanted to take a single second for granted.
Her body tightened around him, her breath catching on a whimper, and he felt her pulse around him as she came again. He wasn’t far behind. The moment she whispered his name again—so full of trust—he let go, burying himself deep as he came with a low groan, her name broken on his lips.
They stayed tangled, bodies slick with sweat, hearts racing in sync.
Shane pressed a kiss to her temple, then another to her lips. “You’re everything to me, Sweetness.”
April blinked up at him, her smile soft and a little awed. “And you’re everything to me, too.”
He brushed her hair back and just stared for a moment. No fear, no hesitation. Just this—them—finally whole.
“Perfect,” he said, like a promise.
She pulled the sheet over them both and tucked herself into his side. “Yeah,” she murmured. “It really is.”
TWENTY-THREE
The sunlight was already sneaking aroundthe edges of the curtains when April blinked awake. Her body was sore in the best way, stretched and satisfied, every muscle still humming from the night before. Shane's arm was heavy across her waist, his chest warm against her back. She smiled and tried to shift without waking him.
No such luck.
He grumbled something low and possessive and tightened his hold. "Nope. Not ready to give you up to the world yet."
She laughed softly so she wouldn't wake Kevin in the next room. "Too bad. I've got to drop a kid off at camp and get to work."
"Mmm. Can't someone else make the coffee today?"
"Nope."
He nuzzled the back of her neck, clearly trying to change her mind with kisses. "Can't Pete take Kevin?"
"You want our dog to drive the truck?"
"Only if he promises to stop for donuts."
She wriggled around to face him, biting her lip to keep from laughing. His hair was a mess, his eyes still half-closed, and helooked so stupidly handsome she wanted to crawl right back under the covers.
Instead, she kissed him. Slow. Sweet. A little filthy. Which became a lot filthier as she made her way down his body to his cock. He was already half-hard and quickly stiffening.
