When she returned to the living room, Duke had moved from the floor to the sofa and was sipping amber liquid from a cocktail glass.
“Whatcha got there?”
“A little taste of bourbon.”
“I’ve never had it.”
“Want to try?”
“Sure.” She sat next to him and took the glass from him, taking a tentative sip since she wouldn’t feed Jax again until the morning. The liquor heated her from the inside as she handed the glass back to Duke. “Oh, I like it.”
“I do, too.”
“Hold that thought for a few more months, and then I’d like to try it again.”
“You got it. Is the little guy down for the count?”
“Yep.”
“He’s such a good baby.”
“He’s the best. The first couple of months were rough. He barely slept and was a bit colicky, which is no fun at all. But thankfully, he’s become super easy.”
He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger. “I wish I’d been there then.”
“I do, too.” She ventured a glance at him. “This is starting to feel oh-so-serious.”
“Is that okay?”
“I want it to be. It feels so good to be with you this way. It feels better than anything ever has. It’s just…”
He reached for her hand and linked their fingers. “Tell me.”
“I know I have nothing to be afraid of where you’re concerned, but I feel like I’m tossing all caution to the wind and diving in headfirst, which would be totally fine if it was just me. But it’s not just me. I have to think of Jax, too.”
“I hear you, and I get why you feel the way you do. All I can tell you is I’ve never wanted anything more than to make the three of us a family. I hope you know that I’m already most of the way in love with both of you, and I want more nights like this one. I want a lifetime of nights just like this.”
What could she say to that? How could she deny that was exactly what she wanted, too? She couldn’t, so she took his glass, put it on the table and reached for him.
Their kiss was hot and desperate and full of longing.
“God, MK, what you do to me.”
“What do I do?”
“You make me feel everything.”
“Same.” She put her hand on his face and drew him into another deep, sexy kiss. “Let’s go to bed.”
Chapter31
He must be living in a fever dream. That was the only possible explanation for how his boring, orderly life had become this intense, beautiful, wild adventure.
Standing next to his bed, McKenzie unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders as she nuzzled his chest hair and peppered him with little kisses that set him on fire.
“This time is all about you,” he said.
“It’s all aboutus.”