“Yes, my wife,” he said.
Scooping her up, he carried her toward the bedroom. When they snuck up the stairs, being very careful not to wake the baby, she was giggling.
It made him giddy too.
His wife was back.
Thank.
God.
When she opened the door so he wouldn’t have to, they were in their sanctuary.
Placing her down, he began pulling off his things as she did the same.
It was fast.
Frenetic.
Full of heat.
They were about to come together in love, and Beckett had his wife back.
“Baby,” he whispered as that need for her took over. It rolled through him, controlling that heat, and it always would.
Forever.
When they were both naked, he scooped her back up, and carried her to their bed.
She stared into his eyes.
“Please never stop loving me,” she whispered as he smiled at her.
“I don’t think that’s possible, Claire. I was made to love you. You’re my soulmate.”
That she was.
They found each other, and she was grateful.
He left kisses across her flesh, and the whole time, Beckett was getting harder and harder.
“I want to spend hours touching you,” he said, enjoying the taste of her flesh.
His wife smelled like flowers and a spring garden. That was one of his favorite things too.
Her scent made him hard.
Well, harder.
There was no doubt that Claire could do this to him.
When her fingers wandered, he moaned.
“Baby,” he whispered, his touch leaving waves of pleasure across her whole being.
It was erotic.
Beckett didn’t touch anything without his gloves on. He didn’t risk it. The only two things he would touch were his wife, and their daughter.