Page 84 of Sven

“Why don’t you go relax while Winnie and I get settled in, and I get her down for a nap.”

“Okay.”

Sven went over and made Winnie’s bottle. It gave him something to do to help him calm the nerves. Then he headed upstairs to get her settled.

“What do you think of Natalie?” he asked Winnie as she peacefully drank.

“Do you like her as much as I do? I mean, how could you not?”

He traced her round cheek as he watched her suck down her bottle. Everything felt more right than it ever had. His mind from wandered to what it would be like to have more kids. He wanted more kids, wanted kids with Natalie. Though he had no right to feel the sense of certainty he did, especially since he’d never done it before, but he could do it. All that was left to do was convince Natalie he could.

After Winnie had finished her bottle, she was sleepy in his arms but was still awake. Sven sang “My Girl” to her just like he always did as she finally drifted off. After a successful switch to the crib, Sven made his way downstairs to Natalie.

She was in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher.

“Hi,” he said, feeling more composed around her.

She turned with a smile and quietly said, “Hi.”

He closed the space to her until he was close enough to smell her shampoo. “Can I hug you?”

She nodded, and he instantly pulled her into his arms. She came to him easily and rested her cheek on his chest as he held her close. He bent his head and got a full hit of the strawberry shampoo. His hold on her tightened, and he dipped his head to kiss her head. It was almost as if something clicked into place, and she turned her face up to him with a smile. He bent his head and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

She hummed and held him tighter.

That was it. His control was breaking. He bent and slid his hands under her ass before picking her up and setting her on thecounter without breaking the kiss. She squealed and tried to pull away, but he chased the kiss, unable to break it just yet.

She put her hands on his chest and pushed away. Only then did he pull away, but he wanted her lips back on his more than he had any right to. But then she looked into his eyes that were not level with his, and he was lost. He wasn’t sure, but he was willing to wager he was falling in love with Natalie Roper.

Her soft hands came up and cupped his face. “You’re here,” she said before tracing her hands down to his chest.

He pressed another kiss to her lips. “I’m here.”

“It’s almost hard to believe... I don’t know if that makes sense.”

“I feel the same way... It’s weird, but, fuck... you’re so beautiful.” He pressed another kiss to her lips.

With that, Natalie was done holding back and kissed him again, running her hands all over his body. He was getting lost in the kiss as her finger began to toy with the bottom of his hoodie. Knowing how him not wearing a shirt affected her, he pulled back and pulled his hoodie and T-shirt over his head. Natalie inhaled sharply. He couldn’t help the cocky grin that crept across his face.

Natalie bit her lip as he ran her hands along his bare chest. Damn. Sven had no idea it could feel like this. He cupped her face and pressed another kiss to her lips as her hands explored his bare torso. His hands explored her body. He ached to learn her physically like had learned emotionally this week.

She gave a small moan and opened to him as her hand traced up his torso, chest, and neck before fisting into his hair. Then she turned up the heat on the kiss, and it made him weak in his fucking knees. Before he knew what was happening, he was pulling at the hem of her T-shirt. She willingly lifted her arms as he broke the kiss long enough to pull it up over her head. As he kissed her, his hand explored her soft curves.

He pulled back, needing to see her. He needed her.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he traced a hand down her neck between her breasts, taking her in. “God, you’re perfect.”

Then he pulled her off the counter and carried her over to the couch.

“Sven, what are you doing?” she squealed before wrapping her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.

“We are moving this to the couch,” he said as he made his way into the living room.

“You can’t carry me!”

“I can’t? It sure seems like I can.”

Without wasting a moment, he started kissing her again. Only this time, he kissed down her neck and her chest and went between her breasts. His hands finally came to take a handful of her soft skin as she moaned and threw her head back. He traced the peak of her nipple under her bralette, but she would lose that soon. When he lowered his head to the mound and lightly bit the hard little bud, Natalie drew in another sharp breath.

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