She pinched my side, then stepped out of my hold to climb back into bed.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I murmured against the back of her neck as I slid under the covers and spooned against her.
Twisting slightly, she turned to face me. “Dom,” she said softly.
The room was too dark to see if her cheeks were tinged pink, so I pretended they were.
“Can I kiss you?” I asked.
She skimmed her hand up my bare chest, and I sucked in a breath. Then she was kissing along my jaw, and I couldn’t help the groan that slipped out as her lips met mine.
The kiss was quick, then she lifted her head.
“I missed you, too, but I’m missing sleep more, so put that thing away and go to sleep.” Humor laced her tone, and I couldn’t help but grin as I reached down and adjusted my dick.
“The dick wants what the dick wants,” I said.
She giggled. “You’re ridiculous.” She shifted so we were spooning again.
Her breathing evened out as I held her, happier than I’d ever been in my entire life.
I hoped it would last forever.
Chapter 21
ALLY
“Shh, Mommy’s sleeping, baby.” Then he chuckled. “Sorry, princess, my nipples won’t do anything for you.”
Olivia whimpered, but I stayed still, wanting to hear where he was going with this. He needed to hurry up because I wouldn’t be able to feign sleep for much longer since I had to pee again, and my boobs ached. Newborns were very demanding.
“Just a few more minutes, okay? Look how peaceful and pretty Mommy looks in the morning. Wait until she sees what Santa brought her. No, no. Not that grumpy teammate of mine. The real one,” Dom said softly.
My heart squeezed. This man was still wrecking me with how unexpectedly all in he was with our daughter.
“Ooh, I think she’s listening to us, Livi baby. She’s smiling. Oh, maybe she has gas.”
“Hey, rude,” I muttered, cracking my eyes open to glare at him.
Dammit. He looked annoyingly hot and adorable at the same time, with Livi curled up against his bare chest.
He shrugged slightly. “That’s what you tell me when I say she’s smiling at me. It might not be gas, Ally,” he teased.
“Was that your attempt to impersonate me? Stick to hockey, buddy.”
“Ouch. Mom’s got the barbs ready to go this morning. Is she grouchy because you won’t let her sleep, Livi baby? We talked about this,” he said, leaning in to nuzzle her cheek.
Could my ovaries combust this soon after giving birth?
“I’m not grouchy. And you know babies don’t smile this early,” I said, unable to stop my grin. “Because of all the books you read.” I would never stop teasing him about how many baby books he’d consumed, but it was still one of the things that made me love this man.
Yep. I loved him. Our situation was weird, and I’d tried so hard to just do roommates and co-parenting, but he’d gotten to me.
I just had no clue if he felt the same.
“Hey, what was that look?” he asked, stepping up to the edge of the bed and running his finger down my cheek.
On instinct, I turned into his touch.