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Something about that combination flips all the right switches for me. I come so hard it feels like the top of my head is going to come off. To keep from screaming out and waking up Victoria, I sink my teeth into his shoulder as the strongest orgasm of my life flashes through my body. I know Tusk likes a little bite of pain with his sex. It really turns him on. The moment I bite down, he surges into me and shoots his load. My last lucid through is that the chances of getting pregnant while breastfeeding are super low, but I probably need to get back on contraception pretty damn quick.

Chapter 16

Brittany

When the shrill cry of our hungry baby wakes me a few hours later after the mind-blowing sex I had with Tusk, I start to get out of bed. He places his hand on my shoulder. “Lay back down. I’ll bring the baby to you.”

Thrilled for the opportunity to take care of his new daughter, he pads over to her bassinet, quickly changes her diaper, and washes his hands. He carefully lifts her out of the bassinet and brings her to me. While I nurse the baby, he goes to the kitchen to fetch me a bottle of cold water. When he returns, he climbs back into bed and takes the cap off before handing it to me.

“You should drink when you nurse. Replacing fluids will keep you from being dehydrated.”

I reach out to take the bottle from him, liking how cold it feels in my hand. “Thanks, babe. I really appreciate it.”

And just like that, we are back in the zone. He crawls closer and sits beside me while I feed our child. The baby latches on hungrily and sucks greedily, like she always does.

He chuckles. “She’s got her daddy’s appetite.”

I glance up at him with a rueful smile. “The midwife told me some babies have problems latching, but not our daughter. She doesn’t drink a lot—maybe a couple of ounces at a time—but she feeds every two or three hours. At her last check, she had gained a pound.”

He smiles at me, a look of wonder on his handsome face. “I’d rather have a robust drinker than a finicky baby that you have to keep fussing over.”

“Me too,” I say. “I think our baby is easier than a lot of others in many ways.”

I love the way Tusk’s eyes light up when he looks at our baby, how sweet he is with her, and how gentle he is when it comes time to burp her. He walks around with Victoria on his shoulder until she is not only burped but fast asleep, and then he puts her back down.

We snuggle up again. The room is quiet except for the sound of branches scratching against the window. The soft glow of the nightlight barely illuminates the room when I turn off the light on the bedside table. I like the soft lighting—it makes me feel sexy because I know even though Tusk says he likes my new body, it’s still taking me some time to get used to it.

Tusk lies on his side, his hand resting protectively over my hip, his fingers slowly gliding over my blanket-covered skin.

As if sensing that I’m feeling self-conscious, he says, “I want you to know that you have never been more beautiful than you are in this moment.” His rough, deep voice causes pleasure to pool in my stomach.

Craving more of his touch, I move closer to him, allowing him to draw me into his arms. All those old feelings of love and desire flare to life. When I rest my cheek against his chest, I hear the strong thump of his heartbeat. Listening to its steady rhythm has always been my safe space—my anchor when everything else in my life was changing.

This rough, unpolished man is everything I want and need in life. He’s my best friend, my lover, my protector, and the father of my child.

Placing his fingers under my chin, he tilts my face up and claims my lips in a series of long, lingering kisses, fit to charm me back into falling in love with him all over again. The thing is, I don’t think I ever fell out of love with him.

He caresses my face tenderly with the back of his knuckles.

“I really missed this, Britt,” he murmurs. “Being close to you like this calms the chaos in my life.”

“I’m not the woman I used to be. I feel different since giving birth—like I’m living in someone else’s body.”

His fingers move from my face, sliding back into my long blonde hair. He massages my scalp as he speaks.

“Britt, you took my seed and made a whole new human being. You spent nine months creating a life—growing her from a few cells into an incredible baby with eyes that see, ears that hear, fingers that grasp, and a fully functional brain. Of course, you aren’t gonna feel like your old self. But I promise, the new you is made of everything you were before, plus this new life-making component. I’m fuckin’ in awe of you, sweetheart.”

My throat tightens with emotion. “You make giving birth sound like the most amazing thing in the world. I’ve been thinking of it as just weeks of trying to stay healthy, worrying if I was doing everything right, and being afraid of how painful childbirth would be. The truth is, I’ve felt so alone and stressed those months I was in Alaska. But it all turned out for the best in the end. I was rewarded with an amazing, perfect little daughter.”

“We’re both blessed.”

I glance away and murmur, “But my body doesn’t look the same.”

“No,” he says a little harshly. “Now you’re lusher, more rounded in all the places a woman should be. Watching you breastfeed our daughter made me realize that no, you’re not the same woman you were before you got pregnant. Now, you’re better in every way. You’re not only more physically appealing, but I respect the selfless dedication you give to our child. And I’ll never forget that you did the hard part when it comes to making our daughter. You bore the worry and pain when I should have been there to help you. If we have more children, I’m gonna make that up to you.”

I sit up and look him in the eye. “Are you saying that you’re still attracted to me? That you still want me as much as you did before?”

“Absolutely. Nothing’s changed. You’re still my girl—always and forever.”

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