Page 173 of Beautiful Storm

“Smart or not, it’s time for us to move on from the past and be better. For Juliet.”

Our gazes flash to Juliet’s bassinet and I smile at her cute little expression, getting lost in the rise and fall of her chest, watching as she wriggles.

“That works for me,” Amelia says after a moment, drawing my attention. “And it’s not going to be a problem.” She laughs, shaking her head.

“What’s not?” I ask, confused.

“Us being better for Juliet. She already has you wrapped around her finger.”

“She does. No doubt about that. As does her mother.” I wink just like she did, making her laugh again as I press a kiss to herhand. “There are worse things in the world than being under your spell. And not having you both tops that list. I’m going to work hard not to fuck…I mean, mess it all up.”

“Good. Because I kind of like having you around.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Luke

Iarrive home after a run with Thomas and strip off my sweaty tee before making my way into the living room, finding Amelia breastfeeding on the couch.

The past three weeks were a whirlwind while I balanced my time between the hospital and practice, my games and other football commitments, and then settling Juliet in at home.

But I couldn’t be happier.

As I walk past, Amelia glances up from her book, smiling before her gaze drops to my chest, and she practically drools over my abs. Her lust-filled eyes rake over me as she sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbles on the flesh.

“Fuck, Amelia. Don’t look at me like that,” I groan. “Especially while feeding our daughter.”

“Like what?” The desire in her eyes makes way for confusion before she pouts, making her even more beautiful, if that’s possible. But I hold strong. She’s only been home for a week and she still has weeks left of recovery. I refuse to be the one that delays it.

“You look like you want me to eat you.”

“Oh God, can you?”

“What?” My balls tighten and my cock twitches beneath my shorts. “Amelia," I warn.

“Oh, don’t get shitty with me,” she huffs, trying to hide her smile. “You’re not Mr. Innocent here, walking around looking like a hot and sweaty tall glass of water. When I’m really,reallythirsty.”

I bite back another groan and shake my head, until a thought hits me and I smirk. “I’m guessing that means your passion for me didn’t weaken with Juliet’s birth.”

“No, it didn’t.” Her eyes drop to my chest again and she stares at me longingly. “But right now I’m wishing it did, because—”

“God, okay. Jesus. I’m putting clothes on before I break my own no touching rule.”

“Thank you.” She sighs in relief. “Preferably layers. All the layers.”

“As you wish.”

I jokingly roll my eyes when she smiles her thanks, but as I walk away, I can’t help but laugh. This woman is my everything. My girls are my everything. I don’t know what I’d do without them. And I never want to have to find out.

Abandoning my need for food, I detour to the shower and wash myself with a clenched fist, practicing restraint so I don’t pump my cock to relieve the tension, because Amelia can’t.Not yet.And it will be all the more sweeter when we can come together.At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

After drying off, I get dressed inall the layersand head back into the living room, dropping onto the couch next to her. I’m just about to ask if Juliet’s asleep when she cries out, her tiny wail answering my question.

“Want me to take her?”

“Yes, please. I enjoy the sight.”

“The sight?” I raise an eyebrow, as I huff out a laugh.

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