Page 62 of Defending Casey

“Forever, Hale. That’s what we have. You, me, and Nora.”

His smile was soft and warm, gentle compared to the heat in his eyes and radiating from his skin. “Is it too late?”

“What-” She pulled back slightly, confused by the hint of humor in his voice. “What do you mean?”

Hale took her lips in a long, sensual kiss that said he’d dreamed about her as much as she’d dreamed about him.

He leaned back to meet her eyes with his, showing how earnest he was. “Any chance you might want to have more babies with me?”

She felt those words and the answer in the depths of her soul. Her heart began to throb in her chest, and she could feel her skin flush with color.

Lifting her hands to the buttons down the front of her shirt, she started to undo them, her fingers fumbling a little. “How many?”

Casey bit into her bottom lip as Hale’s gaze tipped down to look at the tops of her breasts that the front halves of her shirt revealed.

She grinned up at him even though he wasn’t looking at her face. It felt good to know that ten years later and a few more than obvious stretch marks didn’t seem to mean a thing to him.

Her hands slowed on her buttons as the intent look on his face made her nipples tighten under the worn fabric of her shirt. He wasn’t even touching her, and she was already aroused.

Aching.

Wet.

Hungry.

Ready to put ten years of dreams and fantasies to the test.

If she lasted that long.

“Hey, come here.”

She lifted her gaze to his and felt his fingers hook into the front of her waistband.

And pull.

Her legs braced against his as he worked the button at the front of her jeans loose.

Hale slipped his hands into her jeans and worked them over her hips, his palms sliding over the curves, his fingers digging into the flesh of her thighs.

With an indrawn gasp she fell against him, her hands flat against his chest.

She felt his groan through his chest before she heard it, and her voice joined his when his hands reached around to cup the curves of her backside.

Hale’s hands felt like heaven on her bare skin.

He lifted her, bringing her to the tips of her boots, where she could feel his thighs against hers and the slick head of his cock against her belly.

Casey felt her jeans sliding down. The cool air touched her thighs and she leaned forward. She pressed kisses on his chest, drawing in the scent of his skin.

Her panties were slick and she squeezed her thighs together unsure of how long she could hold herself together. “Hale-”

She wondered if he’d heard her thoughts when he set her down on the end of the bed. Hale got down on his knees and pulled her boots off, one at a time. Her jeans followed and as he got to his feet, Hale pushed his jeans to the floor.

Casey reached for him, but he shook his head.

“You touch me with those hands, Casey, and I’m going to lose my mind.”

She tilted her head and gave him a little smirk. “I already had my hands on you.”

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