Page 48 of Our Lips Are Sealed
She squeezed around him in a way that had his eyes roll up in his head. “I’m yours, Samuel.”
Releasing his hold on her hair, he straightened to grip her hips hard enough to bruise. “And you will never forget it.”
No, she most definitely would not.
The speed and force of his thrusts increased, nearly causing the bed to collapse. Evie held on, curling her fingers into the bedspread as he came, shouting her name loud enough that it echoed in the pretty hotel room.
“You drive me crazy,” he exhaled, shuddering as the last of his release left him. “And I think it makes me love you more.”
He sought her mouth again, kissing her until he couldn’t hold himself up any longer. Falling onto the bed, Samuel yanked her down with him, settling Evie across his chest.
She lay there, listening to the sounds of his ragged breathing. “Jamison said you were a hoebag, and yelled at me for not making you wear a condom.”
“Jamison is a jackass that’s going to get knocked in the head the next time I see her.”
Tracing the etched muscles of his chest and abdomen, she yawned. “But she’s kind of right. I could get pregnant.”
“Would that be so bad?”
Shocked, Evie gaped up at him. “Samuel!”
Lifting his head from the pillow to kiss the tip of her nose, he grinned at how flustered she was. “Would that be so bad?” he asked again, this time softer. “I love you and want us to build a life together.”
When she continued to stare at him, he smoothed back the hair from her sweaty forehead, his expression turning serious again. “We’ve wasted so much time, and I don’t want to waste anymore. Everything in me wants to spend my days spoiling you, and when the time is right, I want us to spoil our children.”
She could see it. A family made up of the best pieces of them. A future spent in a loving home filled with black-haired, gray-eyed babies who would steal the last bits of their hearts that didn’t already belong to each other.
“We have the luxury of giving them a good life, but most of all, we’ll give them a happy one.”
“What if I don’t want children?”
Samuel gave her a wry smile, knowing better. “It’s your call. We’ll do whatever you want.”
Evie rested her cheek on his thumping heart, beating as wildly as hers. “I do want children, but my mother had problems conceiving in the beginning. What if I’m the same way?”
“We know better than most that a family isn’t just a group of people forged together in blood. Adoption is always on the table.”
She covered him with her body. “Well, for now, I want us. Moments like this will be limited once we add children to the mix. It’ll be a new adventure for sure, but for the immediate future, I want to have more of what just happened,” she told him, biting down her smile. “You nearly broke the bed, Samuel.”
“As long as I didn’t break you.”
“Honestly, if we can do that again, I don’t think I’ll mind in the slightest if you do.”
Chapter 12
July 4, 1999
“Mrs.Fairweather?”
Miranda squeezed Samuel tighter, burying her face in his hair to inhale the scent of her child, forcing her heart to accept that he was safe. She and Josie arrived at Haven when they didn’t find the others in the holiday crowds at the Port Michaelson pier after the fireworks were canceled. They tried calling the house, but no one answered.
“We’ll stop by Haven on the way home,” Josie had suggested when Miranda started to fret. “You’ll see that everything is fine, and while we’re there, maybe we can convince Devon to make us girls a round of whiskey lemonades.”
By the time they reached the house, the rainstorm that had caused the fireworks show cancellation had become a downpour, obscuring Miranda’s vision as she drove. Josie peered through the watery dark from the passenger seat and yelled for her to stop when they were halfway down Haven’s drive.
Miranda hit the brakes, the van swerving on the gravel and coming to a stop on the side of the road. Up ahead, red and white flashing lights blazed towards them, joined by the cry of an ambulance siren.
Bolting from the car, they ran the rest of the way, stopping in horror when they turned the corner. Police cars blocked the front of Haven House, with officers moving about the estate in droves.
