I shake my head gently and pull her even closer, as if to shield her from the worry. The last thing she needs is to get worked up again, and I’m not about to let that happen.
“But he didn't. We're okay.” I kiss her temple again. “And that’s not awful at all. I’m glad, too.” She nods back as I rubher belly, and the moment she starts to relax again, my chest deflates.
“We’re getting Daisy back tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, little wolf. First thing in the morning,” I reassure her. “Eric only kept her while we were at the hospital. We just wanted to make sure you got some rest.” If anyone is going to try to keep that dog from my wife, I’ll have another fight on my hands. I don’t think they will, though. The guys know how much Daisy adores her, and we’re already able to accommodate her because she was here for so long. Plus, the companionship will be good for both of them. Ashia can help her through the grief, and Daisy does help keep her calm—which hopefully means her blood pressure won’t spike again.
“You’re so warm.” She sighs and tilts her head, giving me the opportunity to nuzzle my face against her neck. I hum against her and move my hand over her belly in big circles, admiring how much she's grown.
It won't be too much longer, now. It's insane to think about how long and short the past twenty-eight weeks have felt—how much we’ve endured in such a small time. It makes me appreciate and admire her power even more. I knew women were remarkable beings, but the strength, resilience, and growth my wife has shown is extraordinary.
“I don’t think I’m going to go back to work,” she whispers, but she might as well have sung to the angels in heaven. “Not for a long time, anyway.”
I think my heart explodes. Finally, my girl is telling me what she needs. I didn’t have to pry it out of her or try to convince her to take it easy. She’s finally recognizing her own needs and voicing them, allowing me to help her.
“Ashia, you never have to work again.” I turn her head and crash my lips to hers before she has a chance to argue. Her hand moves up to curl around the back of my neck, pulling me evencloser. “I’ll call…Emmett…in the morning…” I declare between kisses, fawning even harder when her lips spread into a smile against mine.
“You’ve been waiting for a long time to hear that, haven’t you?”
“Damn right, I have.” I kiss her again, deep and rough, wanting to show her how damn happy those few words made me. “You can spend all day with your feet propped up.” I kiss her again. “You can go shopping for all of the baby shit you want.” And again. “Or anything for yourself that you can think of.” And again. “And Daisy. You can spoil Daisy, too.”
She giggles against my lips, heating my chest. I press into her even more and groan as my dick rubs against her perfect ass.
“So, you think I’m just going to sit around the house all day, relaxing and spending our money?”
Ourmoney. She said it. Holy shit. It tookseven months, but sheactuallysaid it.
I’msofucking hard right now.
“Abso-fucking-lutely I do.” I attack her. There’s no other way to put it. My lips collide with hers in a hot, heavy, and desperate movement, and I rut against her. Electricity shoots down my spine when she whimpers, and then again when I slide my hand into her sleep shorts—instantly finding her clit. She gasps softly at the contact, only spurring me on. “Your relaxing starts right now.”
I kiss down her neck, leaving little bites on her skin as I push her shorts down. After I practically throw the clothing across the room, I move my hand back to her clit and find her so fucking wet that she coats my fingers.
“God damn, little wolf. You’re so fucking desperate.”
“Yes, I am…” she moans, brewing an urgency in my muscles. I shove my boxers down, kicking them away as fast as humanly possible, and loop her leg over my hip.
“You are going to lay here…” I line myself up with her soaking cunt. “And you’re going to let me do everything.” An unholy growl slips from my lips the moment I push into her, mingling with her enchanting moan. She’s squeezing me so tightly that my spine tingles. I pull away and slide back in slowly, tensing the moment the static skitters across my entire body. “Do you think you can let me do that, Mrs. Hartley?”
She nods and lets out another whimper that sounds like an agreement.
“Good girl.” I thrust inside her again. “Such a good fucking girl, letting me take care of you.” I snake my other arm beneath her to reach up and continue playing with her clit, while my now-free hand roams her body. My fingers graze the skin on her thigh, then trail upward to round over her hip. Every inch I touch sends fire through my limb, and suddenly, I’m starving. I’mfeening. Ashia has always been my addiction, and I’ve been surviving off only hits of her. There have been a lot of ‘what-ifs’ standing in our way, but not anymore. She’s ready for me, and I’m desperate for her. I’m going to get my fix, and if I’m lucky, I’ll overdose on her.
I’m careful not to move too harshly, not wanting to be too rough. Her strong, yet delicate, perfect little body is still working to accommodate our child. The doctor didn’t advise us against sex, but that doesn’t mean I need to hurt her.
Her nails dig into my scalp when I thrust inside her again, sending more shocks through my body. I pick up the pace, just a little, enough to make her clench around me and moan.
“That’s it, little wolf. Just let go, baby.” I move my hand down and skitter my fingers across her belly, admiring the bump thatIgave her. My eyes roam over her stomach, down to where we connect, and my fucking balls tighten. “God damn, you’re so beautiful. Look at you…” I thrust in a little harder. “Taking me when you’re already so full.”
Her leg trembles over me and she clenches again, almost taking me out.
“Damien…” she moans again, clearly close to coming, and thank fuck for that, because I was going to feel like a two-pump chump if I blew in the next few minutes. I press my fingers against her clit, making her gasp and clench. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m going to—” I thrust in another time and she explodes, clenching around me so tightly she might keep me in place. She screams my name and claws at my scalp, sending intense pleasure through my veins. When she pulses around me, I come just as violently, throbbing erratically as I rut into her.
I slow down, working her through until she’s a shivering mess. Her head falls onto the pillow, and I can’t help but admire her breasts as she heaves up and down. I move my hand to the middle of her chest, soaking in her racing heart as it beats against my palm, but then I immediately start to worry.
The point wasnotto get her worked up.
“I’m sorry. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea,” I start to say, but then her grip tightens in my hair.
