Tamed?
Yeah.
By the right woman, a man doesn’t mind it one damn bit.
Lexie crosses the yard toward the blanket I threw down earlier and smiles when she sees me watching her.
“What?” she asks.
“You.”
She laughs softly. “You’ve been doing that for three years.”
“Hasn’t gotten old.”
Her cheeks pink a little. Still. After all this time.
That does things to me.
She lowers herself onto the blanket beside me, tucking one leg under her.
“I posted the nursery ideas.”
My whole body stills.
I look at her.
She tries to act casual. Doesn’t pull it off.
“We’re really doing this,” she says. “Trying.”
Something tight and fierce moves through my chest.
Trying for kids.
For the big family we’ve wanted since the beginning.
I reach for her, drag her into my lap, and kiss her hard enough to make her melt, her soft little gasp sliding right into my mouth like she was made for it.
“We’re doing it,” I say against her lips.
She smiles into the kiss. “That was very caveman of you.”
“Worked, didn’t it?”
She laughs, and I swear there’s no better sound on earth.
I slide my hand up her thigh under the dress, higher and higher until my palm finds warm skin. She sucks in a breath.
“Weston.”
“Yeah.”
“We are outside.”
I glance at the open yard, the trees, the cabin behind us. “Sure are. Just how you like it.”
That look she gives me is half scandalized, half turned on.
