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“Only when they’re invited to,” she said without missing a beat, and held his gaze as she circled the broad head of his cock with her tongue. His dick jerked in her hand, and her lips curved up. “Mm. You like that.” She did it again, and again, until he was forced to grit his teeth and fist his hands, trying to redirect the urge to thrust into that wicked mouth of hers. She continued the magnificent taunting, licking, and stroking until he was sure his teeth would crack.

“Fuuck, baby. I need your mouth.”

She didn’t make him wait, taking him in deep, her eyes still locked on his. Heat flared in his chest as she worked him with her hand and mouth. “Feels so good, darlin’.” She worked him faster, tighter, taking him deeper. “Fuck…I’m gonna come. Want me to pull out?” She shook her head, stroking him faster. Her delicate hands played him so perfectly, the edges of his vision blurred and his hips shot forward, her name shooting from his lips like a curse. Pleasure ravaged him, and he struggled not to thrust too hard as she loved his body, taking everything he had to give. She’d given so much of herself, trusting him in so many ways these last few weeks, he knew the image of her on her knees, water raining down over her gorgeous body as she loved his cock, would forever be etched in his mind, while the image of her trusting eyes, so full of adoration and hope, took up residence in his heart.

It was that hungry heart taking the reins as he helped her to her feet and framed her beautiful face in his hands, brushing a kiss to her lips. “That was incredible. You are incredible.” He realized that was exactly what he’d said when she’d given birth and was overwhelmed by the enormity of the impact both experiences had had on him. “I want to be closer to you. I want to hold you in my arms and make love to you. But if you’re not ready, I can wait as long as you’d li—”

“I don’t want to wait. I want to be closer to you, too.” She took his hand, her eyes darkening as she guided it between her legs to her drenched pussy. “I’m ready.”

That was all it took to get him hard again. Their mouths came together feverishly as they stepped out of the shower. He lifted her into his arms, snagging the baby monitor on their way into the bedroom, glad to see Brennan sleeping soundly in his crib and Ollie sleeping on the floor beside him.

He laid Emerson on the bed and put the monitor on the nightstand. She reached for him, shivering as he came down over her. “You’re cold.”

“Not anymore.” She leaned up, meeting him in a soul-searing kiss.

He poured his passion into that kiss, burying his hands in her hair, rubbing his erection against her slick heat. She moaned, writhing beneath him, and they both went a little wild, pawing and groping. Their closeness was an aphrodisiac, and he had to work hard to force himself to slow down. He kissed her softer, drawing back with the need to see her eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”

“More than you could ever know. I feel like I was living half a life until I met you.”

“God, baby. Me too.” He hadn’t realized how true that was until that very second. He’d done all the things he wanted to with his brothers, the club, women. But he’d kept his heart under lock and key. Little had he known a pregnant woman with lettuce in her hair and a rowdy dog held the key.

He kissed her again before retrieving a condom from his wallet. She watched him sheath his length, and he noticed her swallowing hard. His chest tightened as he moved over her. She bent her knees, opening wider for him, welcoming him despite the worry in her eyes. Her arms circled him as he leaned on his forearms, bringing their faces a whisper apart. “I’ll go slow, but I don’t want to hurt you. You need to tell me if it’s uncomfortable. Okay?”

She nodded. “I will.”

He’d never been so nervous in all his life. Holding her gaze, watching for signs of discomfort, he entered her slowly. She was tight and felt so fucking good, it took everything he had to hold back. “Are you okay, darlin’?”

“Yes.” She flattened her hands on his lower back, urging him on. “Stop worrying and kiss me.”

He’d never stop worrying, but he lowered his lips to hers, kissing her deeply as their bodies became one, engulfing him in pleasure so vast and exquisite, everything except Emerson and his concern for her failed to exist.

EMERSON HAD BEEN prepared for pain, and she filled with relief when there was only the mild discomfort of her body adjusting to the toe-curling intimate intrusion. She’d been so worried about being stretched out of shape from giving birth, she reveled in how perfectly their bodies fit together. Their kisses were mesmerizing, but when she rocked her hips, wanting more, his movements were careful and restrained. As their lips parted, he gazed down at her like she was all he saw and all he wanted, but that desire was tethered by concern.

Desperately wanting to free him from those chains, she whispered, “It feels good. Let go and love me.” She’d meant to say make love to me, but the relief in his eyes was palpable.

Their mouths came together, and they began to move slowly, carefully finding their rhythm. “Still okay?”

Oh, her heart. “Yes. Don’t worry. Just be with me.”

His mouth covered hers again, more eagerly, and she swore she felt those tethers breaking free as their bodies took over. Scintillating sensations came from everywhere all at once. From the enticing weight of him, his thighs flexing with every thrust, his hard length stroking the magical spot that made her insides quiver and flame, and their fervent, sensual kisses, to his masculine scent, the heat of his rough hand moving down her hip and under her ass, lifting and angling, bringing her even more pleasure. He was in total control, tender and demanding at once, making her feel protected and treasured in a way she never thought possible.

“Jesus, Em. Nothing has ever felt this good or this right. We’re…”

The emotion in his voice enveloped her like a cocoon. They felt familiar, like her body had always held back because it was waiting for him. Utterly and completely entranced by them, she barely managed, “Perfect.”

They devoured each other, every thrust drawing a lustful sound from her and a gruff, greedy one from him. Those sounds seared through, magnifying every sensation. Every thrust took her higher, drawing heat from her limbs, gathering and coiling tight and hot in her core, like a volcano ready to blow. She went feral, clawing at his back, chasing the tantalizing sensations he caused. “Fuck, baby. So good,” he growled, their eyes connecting with the impact of a lightning bolt. His arms tightened around her as he reclaimed her mouth, taking her impossibly deeper. She thrust and moaned with the white-hot pleasure consuming her. He fisted his hands in her hair, tugging, sending her orgasm crashing into her. She cried out into his mouth, her inner muscles clamping around his cock, and he roared out her name. They clung to each other, their bodies rocking and pulsing as passion ravaged them, until they collapsed, spent and sated, in each other’s arms.

Baz cradled her beneath him, raining kisses over her cheek and shoulder. As the lustful fog cleared from her mind and his handsome face came into focus, he brushed his lips over hers, and those devastating dimples made her heart beat faster.

“I’d ask if you’re okay,” he whispered, “but that beautiful smile tells me you are.”

It’s called hope, darlin’. It feeds our souls, tiptoed through her mind. It was such a bold statement. One she’d never make for fear of it being stolen away. But in the safety of his arms, she felt hopeful for the first time in years. She snuggled into him and said, “Shh. I’m busy feeding my soul.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

BAZ HAD BEEN on a dead run at work all month, which was par for the course during the summer. He’d never minded before, but he would have liked to have had time to meet Emerson and Brennan for lunch again. She’d taken on a new editing job last week and had been bringing Brennan with her to work at Common Grounds in the mornings. She’d made a few new friends and was enjoying getting to know Gabe and her brothers, who were all enamored with Brennan. Baz had hoped to surprise Emerson by showing up there, but he hadn’t been able to get the time away. Having Quinton on board was helping, and it had alleviated the need for Baz to work overtime, but when he returned from his trip he would probably need to hire another veterinary assistant to speed up their appointments. He needed to talk with Evie about it.

He headed out of his office in search of her. “I’m taking off with the leftover cookies!” Tori called from the lobby. “See you tomorrow.” They’d closed half an hour ago.