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I can’t help but laugh. “You are being deliberately…ah.” My fingers clench in his hair as his next kiss lands between my thighs.

Every single thought empties right out of my mind as my eyes drift closed and I luxuriate in pure feeling. And when the pleasure hits, I bite my lip to choke back my scream.

I’m still coming down from my release when Mack skims my skirt up over my hips and tucks himself behind me.

Mack started to get worried that if he was on top, he’d slump over me and hurt the baby, so now when we make love, it’s on our sides. I know Mack would never hurt me, even accidentally.

He kisses my throat as I’m trying to steady my breathing. “Aerin?”

“Yeah?” I twist to face him.

He gives me a searching look. “Happy?”

I touch his jaw lightly, amazed I have to say this at all. “I’m always happy with you.”

His eyes soften with pleasure and he kisses me. Lightly at first, and as he deepens the kiss, he sweeps a hand down my breasts, clasps my hip and presses inside me.

He swallows my moan and I capture his husky groan.

And as we kiss, we rock together, neither of us in any rush to fall. Our pace is languid and easy.

Perfect.

It isalwaysperfect.

Mack is drawing shapes on my belly when I wake.

He kisses the back of my shoulder. “Awake, love?”

“Barely. What time is it?” I yawn.

“Probably lunch time soon unless you’re hungry now?”

I shake my head.

“I realized something a moment ago,” his tone is thoughtful.

“Realized what?”

“That I never told you how we settled in Winter Lake. Or why. You never asked, though I’m positive I have dropped numerous hints that if you ask for something, it’s yours.”

I smile. “Adela told me the same thing. That you would tell me if I ask.”

“And yet you haven’t asked.”

I lift his arm and kiss it. “Because your past is yours to decide if you want to share it with me. But only if you want to. And more importantly,whenyou want to.”

“Have I told you I love you today?” he asks softly.

“You have.”

“Aerin? Turn around, love.”

I turn around. With his help, of course, and it still takes a second, but I’m still out of breath at the end of it. “Uh, I’m like a beached whale.”

He smiles at me. “You’re not like a beached whale. I love you, is what I wanted to say. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You know that, right?”

Instantly, my eyes fill with tears. “Stop being so nice. My hormones are everywhere.”

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