"God I missed you," he says, his voice rough with emotion. He lowers his head to my neck, pressing hot kisses along the sensitive skin there before capturing my mouth again.
I melt into him, my hands sliding up his chest to tangle in his hair. Every nerve ending in my body ignites at his touch. It's only been a week, but it feels like years since I've been in his arms like this.
"I missed you too," I whisper against his lips. "So much."
He walks me backward until my legs hit the couch, then guides me down onto the cushions, his body covering mine. The weight of him feels like coming home—familiar and thrilling at the same time. His hand slides beneath my sweater, warm against my skin, and I arch into his touch.
"Emma," he breathes my name. "Tell me I’m not imagining this. That you're really here."
"I'm here," I promise, framing his face between my hands. "I'm not going anywhere."
He kisses me again, deeper this time, more urgent. I respond with equal fervor, trying to pour everything I can't say into the kiss—my regret, my love, my promise to do better.
His hand moves to the swell of my stomach.
“How are my babies doing?” he says, a small smile on his lips.
“They missed their daddy,” I respond. “But not nearly as much as I did.”
He chuckles softly before pulling my sweater up and moving my bra over slightly so his lips find my nipple. He licks and sucks and I moan out loud.
The sensation sends waves of pleasure through my body. My nipples are so much more sensitive now that I'm pregnant, and Grant knows exactly how to touch me. His tongue circles the hardened peak while his hand gently caresses my other breast.
"God, you're beautiful," he murmurs against my skin. "So fucking beautiful."
I arch my back, wanting more of his mouth on me. His free hand slides down to cup my belly and the twins flutter inside me, as if responding to their father's touch.
"Did they just move?" Grant asks, lifting his head.
"Yes," I whisper. "They know you're here."
His eyes fill with emotion, and he presses a gentle kiss to my stomach before returning to my breast. This time, he's more insistent, sucking harder until I'm writhing beneath him.
"Grant," I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders. "Please."
He understands what I need. He always has. His hand moves lower, unbuttoning my jeans with practiced ease. I lift my hips to help him shimmy them off of my body.
His hands slide down my thighs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. He kisses my stomach again beforecontinuing his journey downward. My breath catches as his mouth presses against the cotton of my panties, his hot breath penetrating the thin fabric.
"Oh," I gasp, my hips lifting involuntarily toward his mouth.
He looks up at me as he continues kissing me through the fabric. The sensation is maddening—so close to what I need but not quite enough. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he teases me.
"Please," I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair. "I need more."
With deliberate slowness, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down my legs. The cool leather of the couch hits my heated skin, making me shiver with anticipation. Grant's eyes never leave mine as he settles between my thighs, his hands gently spreading my legs wider.
When his mouth finally makes contact with my center, I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. He starts slowly, his tongue making long, deliberate strokes that have me arching off the couch. My pleasure builds quickly, hot and insistent.
"I love how you taste," he murmurs against me, the vibration of his words sending another wave of pleasure through my body.
He draws his tongue in firm circles around my clit while his hands grip my thighs firmly. The sensation is exquisite—his warm mouth working me with perfect pressure. I'm already so close, my body responding to him as if we were never apart.
Then I feel it—his finger teasing my entrance, circling slowly before pushing inside. I gasp at the feel of it. He continues licking me as he pumps his finger in and out, building a rhythm that has me practically panting.
"More," I manage to whisper.
Grant obliges immediately, adding a second finger alongside the first. The stretch and fullness combined with his relentlesstongue is overwhelming. His fingers curl upward, finding that spot inside me that he knows drives me wild.
