Page 97 of Tame Me

That just makes me respond even more. I melt with his approval. And he works more than his tongue. He lets his fingers talk too. I gasp and bite down into the soft pillow to muffle my sighs and it’s seconds, mere seconds, before I come hard.

I’m breathless but I know what I want—what I need—now. ‘Dain.’

He glances up at me, a picture of hedonism sprawled between my legs. But as he sees my expression he frowns. ‘Are you sure you’re ready? It’s not too soon?’

‘It’s not soon enough,’ I mutter desperately.‘Please.’

He flashes a tense smile at me. ‘Okay.’

He leaves me for a moment and shoots me a rueful glance as he gets protection but, honestly, I’m too busy enjoying watching him get ready for me.

‘I’ve also got protection of my own now,’ I whisper, not wanting to hold anything back from him now. ‘I talked it over with my doctors after Lukas’s birth and they thought it might help regulate my cycle.’ Which would make managing one thing a little easier.

‘Two forms of protection is good,’ he says gruffly.

‘I think so too.’ I smile at him.

He returns to the bed. I bite my lip—excited and a little apprehensive. He’s big and strong and I’m neither. But he pulls me into his arms, sweeping a hand down my back, moulding me into his hard heat. I moan. He rolls, pinning me beneath him, and coaxes my legs further apart.

‘You want me?’

There’s a rawness to his question that pulls an equally harsh, honest response from me.

‘Yes!’

He thrusts. Hard. He’s inside me again and I’m a rippling, shivering, incoherent mess. Because it’s good. He’s good. He’s in me, with me, and we’re both so stunned it’s a second before either of us can exhale.

‘It’s been so long,’ he groans.

And then he moves. All I can do is wrap my arms around him because all I want is to keep him right here with me. I’m so close to him and I love it. This.

‘You’re as hot as you were that night.’ His expression wild as he rears up and presses harder into me. ‘So hot.’

He thrusts into me again and again and it’s exquisite. I arch and cling, pushing to meet him with every wild movement. It’s the best thing ever and once again it’s shockingly quick. I go as tense as a wire. Next second my body is so crunched in ecstasy that my soul-piercing scream is silent.

I keep my eyes closed, because as I struggle to catch my breath I realise an alarming truth.

I’m never going to get enough of this.

I’m never going to get enough ofhim.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Dain

ICANCELBUSINESStrips and make video calls instead. Even then I’ve cleared my schedule more than I ever have. I don’t want to leave them. Not for fear she’ll walk out on me. She’s slept in my bed every night since I brought her here. She can’t get enough of me and I’m the same for her. I don’t dwell on that fact too long. It’ll ebb. These things always do.

So I’ll just enjoy the fact we now have a nanny for night time. Even so I’m trying not to be too demanding so Talia can catch up on some of the sleep she’s been short of for months. But actually, despite my best intentions, she thwarts me—she’s demanding and playful. I relish the challenge of keeping up with her. Her unexplored passionate side has been fully revealed and it’s a seemingly bottomless well of want.

I go to Lukas in the mornings. I love ‘talking’ with him first thing. I scoop him up and change him and bring him to Talia. His smiles have developed to laughter and babbling. I don’t recognise my own spontaneity. Since when do I work from home? Since when do I delegate meetings? But I’m a father playing catch-up with his firstborn. I don’t want to leave them for hours at a time and go to work. I’ve lost so much time I don’t want to miss a moment more.

I know Talia feels as though she doesn’t fit. I know she has a fear of loss. But I can protect her here in my home and there’s one more thing I can do to cement her security. I work with the lawyers via video link then take the paperwork to her at lunch.

‘What’s this?’ She’s instantly wary, which makes me tense up totally.

‘It’s Lukas’s reissued birth certificate,’ I say. ‘Your contract. Plus some other papers.’

‘My contract? For what? I don’t need a contract.’

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