Page 101 of Chosen By Swift

Alys cringed. “I’m sorry, Swift.”

“I’m not upset or angry about it,” he assured her. “I’m just confused and concerned.”

“I’m so emotional,” she admitted. “I try so hard to hold it in, but sometimes, the feelings are so big I can’t.”

“I know, and I’m not blaming you or asking you to change. I know you can’t control it. The hormones and all that,” he said and reached for her. “If anything, I feel guilty for doing this to you.”

She rolled her eyes as he hauled her into his arms. Her voice was muffled by his chest as she said, “You didn’t do this to me. I wanted it as much as you did.”

Swift stroked her back and let loose a rumble of laughter. “Well, I do remember you begging me to breed you.”

“Swift!” She hid her blushing face against his chest.

“What? You did?” His voice was filled with amusement. “You had your legs up in—.”

“Stop!” She leaned back and glared up at him. “You know how easily embarrassed I am.”

“I know how easily aroused you are, too,” he replied, his eyes darkening with lust. “You’re killing me in this dress,” he all but groaned. “I want to see you out of it. I want to lay you back and bury my face right between your thighs.”

“Swift,” she protested weakly, her body throbbing at his description.

“I can hang the swing,” he offered with a sexy grin that made her insides wobble.

“Swift,” she whispered, her heart beating a little faster.

“Let’s go play, darlin’.”

Overcome with love for this man who had chased and collared her, who had fathered her children and given her a home of her own, Alys gripped his uniform. She jerked him down for another kiss, relishing the heat and taste of him. Smiling up at him, she nodded. “Let’s go play.”

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