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Her fingers tightened on his and her throat was heavy. Emotions crowded her entire being and she was left speechless. Putting the spoon down carefully, she lifted their joined hands and pressed his against her cheek.

“I love you.” She told him huskily. “I wanted so much to give you children, to make our own family.” She blinked at the tears. “And I would have done anything to make it happen. I love you completely.”

“Something, I will never doubt.” He was getting emotional as well and felt the warmth of her seeping into his skin. “Tonight, I want it to be all about us.”

Chapter 15

The babies were all asleep. All four of them tucked up inside their cots with blankets thrown over their tiny frames. They had stayed out until after midnight, calling in to check, just once and were reassured that they were on their best behavior.

The sound of his parents’ voices, not to mention Clive and Conail, who had both come home early from their dates had left little doubt that they were indeed in good hands.

With her shoes clasped in one hand, Blair leaned against her husband as she stared at her daughters and then her sons. She did not have to be persuaded to go into their bedroom, after checking and making sure the monitors were on. Tonight, had been a turning point for them and she wanted to make it up to him.

For the past month, she had been obsessed with being the perfect mother, even though that was not possible, and she had done what she had sworn not to do, neglected her husband. Yes, she had been healing, but that had taken a week and a half. They slept in the same bed, and he had been so patient with her through all of it.

Their babies would sleep through the night, which gave her freedom to seduce the man she loved. She was a mother, but first, she was a wife and his lover.

He sensed the excitement and anticipation in her, one that had been there since the evening commenced. And it had built up steadily. Now it was about to boil over.

His own body responded violently. He wanted her. No, scratch that. The word was too tame or what he was experiencing. It was a craving that dug into his very soul.

Her naked body spread out before him, sent him into a fever pitch of desire that left him both blind and weak. He fumbled, kinda like a schoolboy, fumbling a pass that was handed to him on the field. He was gauche and awkward, his hands trembled.

His heart was racing out of control, and he had started sweating. He had wanted to taste and savor her silky skin, take it slow, but that had been shot to hell and back.

His first taste of the nipples his children had suckled for a few short weeks sent heat crashing through him.

Her cries, frenzied, desperate aching cries, her slender body arching against his, fingers pulling at his hair, drove him insane and that insanity had him covering her body and driving into her with a force that sent her into the headboard. The climax was swift and brutal.

He poured himself into her, pouring, emptying, his sweat slicked body shuddering until he felt as if he was losing his mind. She came then, body rearing up, fingers biting into shoulders, back and chest, nails dragging against skin. He swallowed her cries, and was certain some of the sounds were coming from him.

Collapsing on top of her, he stayed there for a minute or two, willing the madness to cease. He could not move. His heart was still crashing against his ribs, and his limbs were weak and shaking. Finally gathering what little strength he could garner, he rolled and took her with him, cradling her on his chest.

She curled into him, fingers tangled up in the dense dark hairs that were moist with sweat. For a long time, they stayed thatway, content to allow their breathing to level out or just content to just be.

Lifting her head, she met his warm green eyes and smiled because he was smiling at her. That sexy half smile that had bowled her over from the very beginning.

“What?”

“You look…used.”

“So do you.” She retorted, feeling the love blooming inside her. “And you’re welcome.”

He inclined his head, one hand lifting to trail a finger down her cheek. “You, okay?”

“More than.” Capturing the wandering finger, she kissed the tip of it and watched as his eyes darkened. “It’s good to know thatwe are an old married couple with four kids and can still manage to burn the sheets up.”

His chuckle was low and deep.

“That’s one way to put it.” He continued to stare at her. She had been through some type of transformation. The pregnancy had softened some areas and filled out some. Her breasts had always been small but had plumped up some.

Her hips were more rounded and her thick deep brown hair with the blonde highlights was thicker and longer. And there was a glow about her that made her beauty a sort of ethereal quality.

“What?” She gave him a puzzled look as he continued to study her features.

“Bianca and Bella have your features.”

“I was thinking that they have yours.” She disagreed and he shook his head.

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