Page 27 of No Regrets

Chapter Seven

Kaden considered himself foolish to assume one round with Brianna would be enough to satisfy the hunger taking over his body. But now that he had had her, again, he wanted her even more.

They spent a peaceful day together, playing with Shiloh and watching movies together. Half way through Rudolph, Shiloh fell asleep, and his mind started to roam again.

Now Brianna was taking a bath and he was feeding Shiloh her nightly bottle, the baby drifting off to sleep as he rocked her. He couldn’t help seeing his wife in his child though she looked like him. Shiloh had Brianna’s temperament, and personality. Sweet and innocent, loving and caring—she couldn’t possibly have an enemy in this world.

He set the bottle next to the rocker, and stood to place Shiloh in her crib. He rubbed her back and watched her sleep until his legs grew tired. Brianna came up behind him and folded her arms around his waist from behind. He wrapped his arm around her, kissing the top of her head as they stared at the life form they created together.

“I named her Shiloh because the name meant ‘his gift.’ She’s your gift to me.” Brianna smiled against his bare chest, laying her head on his chest.

“Was the labor hard?”

“Oh, yeah. I had minor bleeding from a partially detached placenta, and she hadn’t gotten into position yet. She came out feet first, which only made my job harder. Halfway through the birth, I was ready for them to cut me open and pull her out.” She grinned. “But you know, I never believed the books that said you forget about the pain, because the pleasure of having a child is greater, but in a way it’s true. I haven’t forgotten the pain by any means, but I was so happy when they finally handed her to me. She was so tiny and I was afraid I’d hurt her if I did something wrong. My mother said I was incredibly anal the first six months of her life.”

Kaden tried to picture Brianna being anal, and he shook his head. It was something he couldn’t imagine. “Did you want me there?”

“Yes. Even if you weren’t her father, I missed you. You were my best friend, Kaden. We shared everything together.” She turned to face him. “But you weren’t there, and I survived without you. I can’t say it was fun, but Shiloh and I have had our good times.”

Kaden framed her face with his hands and kissed her so lightly, he barely felt her lips against his. “Let’s go to bed.”

Kaden flipped off all the lights and met Brianna in the master bedroom. She’d turned down the blankets and slid in on one side, yawning as she smoothed the sheets around her. Her silky pink nightie barely showed for the fluffy duvet as she looked up, waiting for him.

“You’re beautiful, Bree. I didn’t tell you enough today, though I thought it more times than I can count.” He crawled on the bed, sliding across the mattress with fluid grace. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“I’m hardly a big-boobed blonde babe who knows how to drive a man to his knees.” She played with the lace on the edge of the comforter trying to avoid his gaze.

“No. You’re a big-boobed brunette babe who has me begging on my knees.” When he reached her, he kissed her cheek. “But that’s not what makes you beautiful sweetheart.”

“Really?” Her tone held a hint of incredulity.

“Yeah.” He leaned back on his heels, pulling the covers from her body. He pulled her legs toward him until she lay flat on her back, and he hovered over her. “You’re beautiful when your eyes sparkle with mischief. They turn from a bluish gray to a deep indigo that is so pretty I could get lost in your eyes for hours and never be bored. You’re beautiful when you come around me, squeezing me so deep inside you while your pleasure washes over you.”

He bent forward kissing her neck and started working downward as he spoke. “You’re especially beautiful when you hold my baby in your arms, talking to her as if she understands every word you say. You were putting away groceries the other day and had some kind of conversation about the bagger boy.”

His mouth reached her cleavage and he grinned up at her. “You’re not the only one that eavesdrops.”

Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him back to cover her mouth. “Make love to me, Kaden.”

“I’m getting there.” He sat back tugging at the hem of her nightie until she came off the mattress for him to pull it over her head. Naturally, she wore nothing underneath it.

“Don’t, Brianna. Stop it right now.” He threw the wadded clothing somewhere off in the darkness, then pulled her hands aside to reveal her breasts to him. She looked away, ashamed, he figured. “Bree, why are you embarrassed?”

“I just am.”

“Brianna, look at me.” He still held her arms, both touching the mattress on each side of her body. Finally, ever so slowly, she faced him, her indigo eyes wide. “Tell me what you don’t like about your body.”

“Everything.”

“Tell.” His voice demanded her attention and she rolled her eyes.

“I have ten pounds of baby weight I can’t get rid of. My nipples are too big, and I have stretch marks.” She met his eyes. “Are you satisfied?”

He grinned. “Ten pounds of baby weight is nothing, sweetheart. I like you soft and curvy. Do you know what that little black dress does to my libido? I wanted to pull you into a closet and fuck your brains out. And the nipples . . .” He blew across one, making it bead to a harder point than it already was. Then he lapped at it one slow lick after another making her squirm underneath him.

“I think your nipples are perfect just the way they are.” Gently, he sucked the tip of her breast into his mouth.

When Brianna arched her back, he knew he had her. She felt so good underneath him and tasted better than an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. He slid his hand to her stomach, feeling the soft skin of her body. She pressed him against her, a small moan of pleasure escaping her lips.

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