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“No. Tonight”—I rub the tip of my nose against hers—“was about you.”

Everything on my mind is always about you, I want to say, but stop myself.

“But…”

“I want nothing more than to fuck you and make you come all night long, Lennon. Trust me.” I thrust my hips against her pussy so she can feel just how hard I am. “But I’ll be damned if the first time I give you my cock is in a tent on an air mattress in the middle of the fucking woods, where you can’t scream my name.” I pull her bottom lip between my teeth and lower my voice. “When I fuck you for the first time, I want to hear my name coming off of your lips as loud as you can fucking be, Lennon. In fact, there’s nothing I want more. But that’s not going to happen tonight.”

With one chaste kiss to her lips, I push off her and lie back down on my side of the mattress. I pull her against my chest, spooning her as we were before she rocked me and gave me a taste of a dream I never thought would become reality.

It isn’t just that I made her come twice. It’s that she wanted it from me in the first place.

A few beats of silence pass before Lennon breaks through it. “I’m sorry, Easton.”

“For?”

“For last night. For yelling at you. For…”

“Apology accepted.”

She blows out a breath. “Are you sure? We could talk about it more…”

Part of me wants to hammer out all of the details right now, since I feel like my entire life just fucking changed. I never fought marrying Lennon or being there for her through this.

But now? After sharing an intimate moment with her?

That changed every fucking thing for me.

I press a kiss to her temple and close my eyes. “No. You told me everything I needed to know. Let’s just get some sleep.”

So that’s exactly what we do.

Chapter 21

Lennon

Moms Know Everything

Easton made me come twice last night.

It’s nearly dinnertime the next day, but that’s the only thought on my mind. I’m supposed to be enjoying time with my family. Easton, Dad, and Hudson went down to the lake early this morning to fish, so it’s just been us girls and James. My nephew didn’t want to join them. He says fishing is boring because nothing happens, and I can’t disagree.

Nora, Blair, and James are playing catch while I sit and rest my legs. Yet every time I think of Easton, all I can recall is his tongue, his voice, and the way he touched me so possessively yet respectfully. He gave me an experience unlike any I’ve had before.

No other man I’ve been with has made me feel so safe, so desired, or as if my needs were the only part of our encounter that mattered.

He wanted me, but he wanted my pleasure even more.

It was so fucking hot, and now all I want to do is return the favor.

Plus, I learned that man’s tongue is capable of so much more than arguing with me. He did things to me last night that I didn’t know a tongue could do.

And the words he whispered in my ear as he worked me over?

I’m convinced Easton could narrate romance novels for a living, and millions of women would be satisfied by his voice alone.

But God…all I wanted the second we lay down last night was for him to touch me.

And I finally figured out why.