Page 149 of Rule Breakers Fall Hardest

She shrugs, one hand on the doorframe. “I decided to wait for you.”

I try—and fail—to hide my smile.

If I could spend every second of the day buried inside Rosie, it still wouldn’t be enough, but between Sammy and finishing up our degrees, we’re tired… a lot. Which means sex isn’t happening as often as either of us would like.

“Don’t look so smug.” She steps into the room and pokes the side of my neck where she knows I’m ticklish.

I lift a shoulder, shrugging her off with a laugh. “I can’t be excited about getting my girl alone in the shower?”

“Well, when you put it like that.” She sticks her tongue out at me.

When Sammy’s clean and calm, I wrap him in a towel and pass him to Rosie so she can dry him and lotion him while I clean up the bathroom. Since I let Sammy splash around so much—he’s a baby; he’s allowed to have some fun even if it makes a mess—I typically have to dry the edge of the tub and the floor around it when we’re finished.

Back in Sammy’s room, Rosie is already zipping up his jammies. She’s talking to him in a soft, soothing voice, but I can’t make out the words from the doorway. She’s in her own little world and hasn’t noticed that I’m done yet. Holding him to her chest, she settles in the rocking chair and sings, her voice soft and raspy. Sammy looks up at her with an adoring expression.

I never in a million years believed it was possible for my heart to feel so full—near bursting at times.

By the time she finishes the song, Sammy’s out like a light. She looks up, smiling when she sees me in the doorway.

Somehow, in the blink of an eye, I got everything I didn’t know I needed.

Sammy and Rosie changed my life in the best possible way.

With a steadying breath in, I cross the room and dip low to kiss her forehead.

Silently, she gets up and deposits him in the crib.

Together, we tiptoe out of the room and ease the door shut behind us.

We wait, counting to ten before we shuffle to our room.

What was once solely hers has now become our space.Admittedly, I kind of forced my way in. I was tired of not sleeping with my wife.

Rosie turns the shower on in our bathroom while I lean against the counter and turn on the baby monitor.

“Would you ever want to do that?”

She looks over her shoulder at me. “What do you mean?”

“Have another kid?”

“Um…” She turns away to pull her towel from the bar. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it much, but yeah, maybe in a few years.” She turns back to me, her lip caught between her teeth. “Another could be nice, but let’s make sure we can keep this one alive first. Deal?”

I laugh, holding my hand out to shake on it. “Deal.”

With her hand still clasped in mine, I pull her into me, covering her mouth with mine.

I’ve been waiting all day to kiss her.

She melts into me as I slide my hands under her shirt. We stay like that, slowly exploring one another’s mouths, for a long moment. Then she pulls back and raises her arms so I can pull the fabric over her head.

Groaning, I kiss the skin of her neck.

I don’t know what kind of perfume she wears, but it’s intoxicating—soft and sweet and slightly floral.

Hands on my cheeks, she pulls me back to her lips.

Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.

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