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He moves over and sucks the other and my blood boils as he moves his fingers, one sliding inside me and wiggling. I bruise my lip as I bite it harder to keep my moans inside. What this man does to me is unbelievable.

He pulls back, then carefully places me back on my feet. I reach for him, but he shakes his head before lathering both hands. He turns me, and I grip the wall to keep from falling as his big, beautiful hands begin washing my body, spending extra time on my breasts and ass. He finds every inch of my skin, torturing me. He then rubs against me, soaping himself and driving us both to the edge, but not pushing us over.

I’m shaking from head to toe as he pulls me beneath the spray, then kisses me again as the water washes the soap away. I reach between our bodies and grab his thickness, squeezing it as I move my fist up and down his length. This man is perfect, and I need us to be one.

He groans as he shuts off the water. We step out of the shower and grab towels as he leads me into the bedroom. We’re only half dried before he lifts me again and tosses me on the bed. I let out a squeak when he joins me. His eyes are dark with passion, and I love seeing him pushed to the edge. I love knowing that I’ve done this to him. He makes me lose control, so it’s fitting I do the same to him.

He lifts my feet over his shoulders as he spreads my legs wide. I have to grab a pillow and put it over my face as his masterful mouth latches onto my heat and he flicks his tongue across my clit. I scream into the pillow as he dips his fingers inside me while sucking my clit. I lose control in seconds, falling over the edge as he swipes his tongue across me over and over again, making my entire body come undone.

I’m still shaking as he climbs up my body, easily positioning himself between my thighs. “I need you,” he says, his voice low and guttural.

“I’m yours,” I tell him, meaning it.

He looks deep in my eyes as he slams himself forward, finally making us one. His mouth smashes against mine, absorbing the scream as he begins moving. We’ve both lost control. He moves faster and harder as he pumps deep inside me. I let go as another orgasm rushes through me. And then he moans against my lips, his heat filling me as he finds his release.

Clinging tightly to me, we shake together. He turns us but keeps our bodies connected as our breathing finally returns to normal. I open my eyes to see him gazing at me and smile, feeling perfectly at peace.

He leans forward and kisses me. I’m not running anymore. This is where I’m supposed to be. It doesn’t matter where we are, somehow we’re connected, and the feeling isn’t ebbing. I guess that means we’re going to have to play this out, because I’ve lost the will to fight it anymore.

He turns onto his back and presses up inside me, his body still hard. I smile down at him, more than ready to make love again. Maybe this time we’ll never stop. I lean back and circle my hips, sighing at the pure bliss. I turn and look out his huge window, a perfect view of the sea below, the waves gently lapping against the shore. Oh yes, this is where I’m supposed to be. And I’m with exactly who I’m supposed to be with.

Chapter Sixteen

Audrey

The scent of baby lotion and chai tea fills Chloe’s Seattle home, the soft hum of lullabies playing from a speaker in the corner. I’m comfortably sitting cross-legged on the plush cream rug, a teething ring dangling from my index finger, and a drool-covered giggle monster squirming happily in my lap.

“You do realize my niece used my blouse as a napkin, right?” I ask, eyeing a smear of mashed banana now decorating my shoulder. The funny thing is, I don’t mind one little bit.

“She clearly understands that’s not your color. She’s helping her favorite auntie out,” Chloe says as she breezes in from the kitchen with a warm bottle of breast milk in one hand and a bowl of homemade hummus in the other. “Wearing silk to a home with a baby is also a very rookie move.”

I look at my wrinkled shirt. “Yep, it’s workout, moisture-wicking clothes from here on out when playing with my favorite miniature human.”

“I’ve learned. Plus, I love that my yoga pants hold everything in,” she tells me with a grin.

“You need nothing held in. You’re hot. The boobs look better than ever, and I’m disgusted with how quickly you’re getting back into pre-baby shape. You make other women hate you. I have a feeling I’ll gain a hundred pounds in pregnancy and not lose an ounce after.”

Chloe laughs. “You haven’t seen me naked. But she’s well worth the weight gain, and my husband thinks I’m hot as hell, so I don’t mind at all. It doesn’t mean I’m not doing sit-ups when I don’t immediately fall asleep lying on the floor, but I’m not in a hurry. As a matter of fact, I’m shocked at how much I love motherhood and being a wife.” Chloe sits down next to me.

“I love how confident you are,” I tell her as I bounce my beautiful niece. I can’t get enough of her.

Chloe laughs. “I love it too. Mason’s so good to me. He makes me believe in myself, which you know was hard for me for a while.” She smiles as she holds out her hands. “Give me that child before your arms fall off.”

I reluctantly hand over the chubby six-month-old, brushing a kiss against her forehead before I let go. “You’ve ruined me. I’m all soft and fuzzy now.”

She laughs as she expertly lays her daughter down and changes her in a flash, all while making sweet cooing sounds. “How exactly have I ruined you?”

“I’ve never been a baby fan, never been the one to get all tingly seeing a newborn. But it’s different with Peapod. I adore her and can’t get enough.” I lean back as I gaze at the somewhat cluttered room. It’s a well-lived-in home filled with joy, so different from when Chloe and I were roommates without many cares in the world. “She drools, yells like a pterodactyl, and chews on my clothes and jewelry, but I don’t mind at all.”

“You know that nickname is going to stick. She might hurt you when she’s a teen and people are calling her Peapod,” Chloe says with a laugh as she cradles Peapod and props the bottle, which my niece hungrily gulps. “Auntie life is a joy. You get all of the fun times and then go home and have a full night’s rest.”

“Yes, I love that part the most. I don’t like losing sleep,” I say with a shudder. “The horror stories I’ve heard of mothers falling asleep leaning against a wall have always terrified me. Being around Peapod has somehow alleviated those fears. I’ve always been the fun one, the spontaneous one, the person who planned last-minute Vegas weekends and judged people who own bottle sterilizers.”

“Don’t worry, you still judge,” she says with a laugh.

“True, but now I get it. I mean... look at her, at those adorable pink cheeks,” I say as I gaze at my niece, whose eyes have closed. It’s amazing how alert she can be one second, and conk out the next. “She’s basically a squishy marshmallow spewing bodily fluids, and I’m completely in love.”

Chloe laughs hard, making Peapod jump. She quickly resumes her sucking but doesn’t open her eyes. She really is a great sleeper. “It’s strange how much we change as we get older. When you add motherhood to that, it’s a whole new world. I never thought I’d be so content with slobber all over me, but I don’t miss my old life. Sure, I miss taking off with you, but I’ll be able to do that again when she’s older. We can even take her on fun adventures. I think it’s maturing and realizing that the world doesn’t revolve around us. I love being responsible for who this human turns out to be. I can’t wait to see what she does in life, though I’m not in a hurry for her to grow up. It’s humbling and beautiful, and makes me appreciate everything so much more.”

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