“I will.” Her fingers tighten against my back, keeping me close. “I promise. But you’re not going to hurt me, Dane.” She lets out a small breath. “Stop worrying.”
I believe her.
So I give her the rest, slowly and carefully. She makes a quiet sound, and I hold still for a moment once I’m there, letting us both adjust.
It feels the same as it always has.
Familiar.
Right.
“Ah... there it is.”
I start to move, but not the way I would have before. There’s no urgency to it. No rush. Just slow, deliberate movements.
I watch her face. Follow her reactions. The way her hands move over me. The quiet sounds she makes against my shoulder.
I keep my weight braced above her.
I keep checking her eyes.
She lets out a soft, frustrated sound. “I’m not going to break.”
“I know.”
“Then stop looking at me like I might.”
“I’ll look at you however I want.”
That pulls a laugh out of her, and I feel the shift immediately—the tension easing, the moment settling back into something lighter.
“Fine,” she says, breathless. “Look at me however you want... but let me have that dick while you do it.”
I huff a quiet breath against her skin. “I see that naughty tongue of yours hasn’t been tamed while we were apart.”
“Not even slightly.”
“Good. I like your naughty tongue very much.”
I take my time with her. The urgency I carried for six months hasn’t disappeared, but it’s changed shape. It’s still there, still charged, just deeper now.
I press my mouth to her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. She holds onto my shoulders, moving with me.
Then she makes a sharp sound, her breath catching.
I stop immediately. “Did that hurt? Did I do something wrong?”
“Everything’s fine.” She lets out a breath that turns into a small laugh. “The baby kicked. It just surprised me.”
She takes my hand and guides it to her stomach.
I feel it then. A slow, rolling movement beneath my palm.
I go completely still. Then it happens again.
Something tightens in my chest so suddenly it catches me off guard.
When I look back at her, she’s already watching me.
