I got her turned, her hands on the wall in front of her, on the wet paint, damn it—and pressed myself against her frombehind, one arm around her waist, my other hand spread over her stomach, her back against my chest.
“Like this,” I said quietly. “Okay?”
“Yes,” she said immediately. “Please.”
I got my pants down and thrust inside her.
She gasped at the pressure, at the sudden fullness…and I couldfeelhow the pressure was changing. There was less room. She was so fucking tight, clenching.
“Oh my god,” she gasped.
“That’s right,” I said. “Give me everything, just keep it quiet.”
She kept her lips sealed.
I moved slow—slower than I wanted to, slower than she was asking for with the way she was pushing back against me—because I had her, I had all the time in the world, and I wanted her to feel every single second of this.
“Nash—” Urgent, breathless.
“I’ve got you,” I said against her ear. “Stay with me.”
My hand spread flat over her stomach—our babies, right there—and I felt her shiver.
“I love you like this,” I breathed. “Full of me. Full of them.” I pressed my lips to the back of her neck. “You have no idea what you look like.”
“Tell me,” she breathed.
“Perfect,” I said simply. “Round and soft and mine and—” I thrust deep and she gasped. “I would keep you like this forever if you’d let me.”
“Nash—”
“I know.” I kept moving, my hand on her stomach and my mouth at her throat. “I know, sunshine.”
She was close. I could feel it in the way she was tightening around me, in the small sounds she was making despite her best efforts, in the way her hands were pressing flat against the wall like she needed something to hold onto.
I slid my hand down. to play with her swollen clit, and she made a sound that was entirely too loud for the situation, muffled into her sleeve.
“That’s it,” I said quietly. “There you go.”
“Nash—” Just my name. Just that.
“Right here,” I said. “I’m right here.”
She came apart—quietly, desperately, her whole body trembling against me—and I held her through every second of it, both arms around her, my face in her hair.
When she finally stilled I kept moving, chasing my own finish, and she pushed back against me and whisperedyes, come on, give it to me, fill me upand I was done.
I buried myself deep and stayed there…and thought about September and the light and the broken condom and the life that had been waiting for us in the dark of a bar on a night she hadn’t meant to be there.
We stayed against the wall.
Both breathing.
The snow falling outside.
“Nash,” she said eventually.
“Mm.”
