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I wanthim.
“Sorry, I just like watching you with her,” I admit, still not looking away. “It’s beautiful.”
Arsen seems to understand what I mean as he moves towards the bed. “If you liked that, you should see me wrap a swaddle. I could go pro. And warming bottles? I could do it with my eyes closed.”
“You better be careful flaunting these new skills or I might be in danger of getting pregnant all over again.”
All at once, the smile falls from his face. His eyes darken, and I wonder if that line in the sand wasn’t Arsen protectingmyboundaries, but him protecting his own. Maybe he doesn’t want to sleep with me. Maybe I just punctured this little bubble we’ve been living in.
MaybeI’mthe problem.
“And you better be careful saying things like that to me.” His voice is ragged. “Because it’s all I’ve been able to think about for weeks now.”
I gulp, feeling my insides quiver with longing. “Me, too.”
Arsen closes the distance between us in a couple strides. I rise onto my knees, meeting him at the edge of the bed, and our lips fit together so perfectly that I can’t believe we ever stopped.
He fists my shirt—hisshirt, if we’re being accurate—and drags my body against his slowly, sealing us together piece by piece like our skin needs to get reacquainted.
His hands rest on my hips as he crawls onto the bed and gently lowers me onto the mattress. He strokes rough fingers under the hem, tracing the lines of my body as if to memorize each and every one.
“I’ve missed this,” he pants, kissing his way from hip bone to hip bone and from hip bone to sternum. “I’ve missed you. I’ve—I’ve dreamed about this, Laila.”
He works my shirt over my head, and I toss it to the side. The fabric catches on the maze of nipple creams and used bottles my nightstand has become, sending the mess tumbling to the floor.
We both freeze.
Arsen stays pressed between my breasts, only his eyes daring to shift up to mine as he whispers, “Is she still asleep?”
I curl a hand through his hair and peek over at the bassinet. Nina is motionless in the corner, but I watch her long enough to register her slow, steady breathing. I sigh. “She’s asleep.”
“Thank God.”
We both know time is short, but it also seems to stretch and bend around us.
I shove his sweats down, giggling into my hand when the material gets wrapped around his ankle. Arsen kisses me quiet, stroking his hand between my legs until nothing at all is funny—until I’m biting his shoulder to stay quiet, trembling around the firm press of his fingers.
Then—the press of him.
He’s shaking with the restraint it takes not to drive into me when he pulls back, his pupils blown wide. “You’ll tell me if I hurt you?”
My fingers curl into the hair at the base of his neck. “You’re not hurting me. I want this.”
The night is heavy with our breathing, the frenzied gasps of two people who’ve been suppressing their desire for too long.
I hook my leg over his hip, drawing him closer, deeper until we’re rocking together desperately, breathless. I arch into him as my first orgasm in months ricochets through me.
Starts burst behind my eyes. Planets shift out of alignment. My entire universe ceases to be.
And it’s only in that clarity that I realize something.
I grab his wrist. “Arsen, I’m not— I haven’t?—”
He must understand what I mean because before I can even get the words out, Arsen pulls out of me and finishes on my stomach.
“I didn’t even think,” he admits as he collapses next to me. “We were really about to make another baby right there.”
I laugh, shocked by how much I’m not sure I care. “Maybe we should ensure Nina understands the difference between day and night before we have another one.”
