“Mhmm.” I nodded, unable to fight the smile threatening to spread across my lips.
His hand shook slightly as he took them from me. He looked down at the glossy photos, his eyes inspecting every centimeter of the top photo.
“Wow,” he whispered, full of awe. “I don’t even know what I’m looking at, but wow.”
I laughed aloud. I pointed to the little white blob. “That’s our baby,” I said, my voice breaking.
“That’s our baby,” he repeated with a shake of his head as he brought the photo closer to his face. He looked so proud that my heart swelled.
It felt so real. This moment that I hadn’t realized I wanted so badly since I told him I was pregnant was happening now. A little late, but better late than never. I believed Chandler. I could see it in the way he looked at the photos and the way he turned to me, his eyes filled with hope. I gently took the photos from his hands and set them aside before scooching in closer to him on the couch.
He sucked in a breath, holding it as he studied my face. Just inches separated us until I closed the gap. Filled with emotions and hormones, I kissed the lips I had missed these past few weeks. I kissed the lips of the man who was in love with me. The man who was the father to our baby. The fears I felt washed away at the soft taste of him.
Chapter 38
Chandler
I leaned in to Gabriella’s kiss with what felt like every part of me. When before it had merely been a physical connection between us, now it went deeper than that. Maybe it always had, but I had pushed that thought away because I had never experienced it before. Had never wanted to.
Relationships were complicated and messy, and I couldn’t afford to get mixed up in one when my entire focus was my work. My entire identity was work. It was what had gotten me this far, even though I was currently unemployed. Or maybe it was seeing the chaos of my parents’ relationship spontaneously combust right in front of me that had me believing that loving relationships were a pipe dream.
But now I wasn’t so sure as I wrapped my arms around this woman, the mother of my child. Love seemed a hell of a lot more real now, and I had told her that. She was the first woman I had ever said those words to. Had ever felt that way about. It felt like it was pouring out of me now that I had her back in my arms.
I needed more. I needed all the things I had been missing for the past few weeks, when the thing between us had been quickly and severely severed. It was like I was having withdrawals. But all that didn’t matter now as I coaxed her lips open with my tongue, desperate to taste her. Unbelieving that I could again.
She softly exhaled as she parted her lips and met her tongue to mine in a slow dance that we had memorized, but seemed new every time. I let out a low groan at the familiar taste of her, bringing my hands to her soft, brown hair that hung down her back in long waves. She leaned into my touch, dropping her head back as she pulled me closer, kissing me deeper.
I leaned over her, pressing my body against hers as she lay back onto the couch. My pants were already straining from the erection that pushed against them, greedily wanting her. Her eyes slightly widened as she felt my lust press into her upper thigh.
“I missed you,” I whispered, pulling away from her kiss.
“I missed you, too,” she said against my lips before devouring my mouth again.
She was as insatiable as I was, and it only made my cock yearn for her more. I brought my hand down to where her long, floral dress was bunched up at her knees. I pushed the thin fabric up, feeling her soft skin against my fingertips. I felt her shudder slightly at my touch, and her breath stop completely as I trailed the lace waistband of her thong that pressed into her hip.
I ran my fingers across the lace in a feather-like touch, barely skimming the warmth of her abdomen. I slipped my hand under the lace and was met with the slickness of her entrance.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered as my fingers explored.
“I told you I missed you,” she whispered back, bucking her hips up slightly in want.
Instead of giving her what she so clearly wanted, and what I so desperately needed, I circled her lazily with my thumb. She let out a soft moan, wriggling under my hand, but I pushed her hips down with my other hand.
“What are you doing to me?” she groaned frustratedly.
I chuckled softly. “Taking my sweet time,” I said, my gaze wandering to where my hand was slowly teasing her. She was a fucking beautiful sight. Her legs spread and the pale pink lace of her thong blending into her milky skin, her entrance gleaming with anticipation.
“Please,” she gasped.
The corner of my lip lifted as I smiled down at her before dipping one finger into her nice and slow, feeling the wet warmth of her envelop my touch. My cock twitched, wishing it was my finger. Her eyes rolled back as I dipped a second finger into her, as my palm circled her clit. I began moving faster, my fingers reaching deeper as I increased the pressure of my palm against her. Her back hitched as her breath quickened. Her head pressed into the couch as she exposed the long length of her neck that my lips greedily kissed.
Her hand reached for me, gripping my erection firmly through my pants. I looked up at her and saw the need in her eyes as she began moving her hand up and down the length of me. I watched her eyes darken, the green flecks in her hazel eyes almost a forest green as her legs spread even wider underneath me. Fuck, she was sexy, silently begging for more.
I slowly pulled my fingers from her wet entrance and pushed myself to kneel in front of her. She watched me lustfully, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. I lifted my hand to my mouth and tasted each finger that was drenched with her sweetness. She whimpered as I slowly pulled each one from my lips.
I unbuttoned my shirt, peeling it off and tossing it aside. Her eyes fell to my chest, to my abdomen, and then lower. I unbuttoned the waistband of my pants and shimmied them down my hips, my cock springing out, free of its constraint. Her eyes fell to it before slowly trailing back up to my eyes with a look that could only be described as “fuck me now.”
My hands trailed up her legs, past her hips, pushing up her long dress past her stomach and further until her lace-cupped breastswere on display. And holy hell, they were a glorious sight. I leaned forward, my hands having a mind of their own as they cupped each one.
