Page 97 of Dr. Single Dad

“A Christmas tree.”

He breaks into a grin. “Sounds good. Somewhere to put Guinevere’s hand-and-footprints.” He nods over at the decorations resting on the built-in bookshelves that have no books on them yet.

“Oh, Dax,” I say.

He dips his head and presses his lips against my neck, the vibrations of his moan as he connects with my skin radiating across my body.

I push my fingers into his hair and enjoy the feel of him, savoring the knowledge of what’s next. His fingers fumble at the hem of my t-shirt and I take a half step back to sweep it over my head. I reach for his buttons while he traces the lace of my bra around the upper swell of my breasts.

“I missed you,” he says.

I use the palms of my hands to reach beneath his unbuttoned shirt, to feel as much of him as I can, before pushing the shirt off his shoulders. “Here?” I ask.

“Anywhere,” he replies. “Everywhere.” His eyebrows pulse and I shiver.

I sigh and he lifts my chin.

“Tell me,” he says. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I want to hear it all.”

I hook my fingers into his waistband. “It feels big, that’s all. This moment. It’s like we’re crossing a line or something.”

His hand cups the back of my neck. “You’re right. Because it’s one way from here. There’s no going back. It’s us, together, sharing our futures. It’s the start of our forever.”

I swallow. He’s so earnest about it. So reverent. Intense.

“I like the idea of sex being a ceremony of sorts.”

“Yes,” he says, dipping his head and pressing his lips against my forehead. “Of commitment, of worship, of togetherness…”

“Dax,” I say, tears gathering in my throat.

“If you’re not ready,” he says, “just say and we can wait. You don’t have to move in, we don’t have to do this. But I’m ready. You’re all I want. Nothing has ever come close to how I feel when I’m with you. It feels like without knowing it, I’ve been waiting for you my entire life. You and Guinevere. I wasn’t looking for anything, and in you two I found everything.”

I stand on tiptoes, my fingers splayed on his face, and slide my lips over his—once, twice, and then he can’t take the teasing. He pulls me toward him, deepening our kiss.

“You’re all I want,” I say as we part. “I’m ready for it all.”

“Guinevere too?” he asks. “We’re a package deal these days.”

The way he loves her makes me love him more.

“I love you both,” I say, my breath hitching as I speak.

“We love you too,” he says, kissing me again. My lips, my neck, my face, my shoulders—he covers everything with this mouth.

And then he dips lower.

And lower.

And lower.

He takes my lace-covered nipple into his mouth, teasing with his teeth. I’d forgotten how good he feels. How good he makesmefeel.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room, in every corner, against every wall.” He kneels and strips off my skirt, then my underwear, before laying me down on the rug and shifting so he’s between my thighs. “I’ve missed tasting you, feasting on you. I’ve missed your hot skin and your tight cunt.”

My breaths come quicker as he speaks, and I cry out as he plunges his tongue over my clit. All at once I feel such a fool for staying away from this man for as long as I did. How I’ve missed him.

Missed.

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