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“He won’t,” Levi said.
“Yes, he will. You don’t know four-year-olds. I do.”
Levi sighed. “I wish you’d trust me.”
“And I wish you would trustme!” I snapped just a bit hotly, some of my jealousy sneaking out. “He’s my son. I know him far better than you do.”
“No shit,” Levi said. “But you don’t know that the first thing he and I did this morning was build a stepstool for him after he couldn’t brush his teeth.”
I stared, my jaw dropping slightly. “What?”
“Kids gotta brush their teeth, right? Well, I tried to get him to, but then I discovered his, ahem, shortcomings. So, we went to work and built him a stepstool so he can reach. He’ll use that.”
“You … you built him a stepstool? Just like that, this morning?”
“You were asleep. I didn’t know what to do.” Levi looked a little uncomfortable. “Is that okay? I thought it would be a good way for him to build stuff and make sure he could brush his teeth and wash his hands. Did I screw up? I didn’t let him use any real tools. Just a screwdriver.”
“No,” I said, reaching out to pat him on the upper chest. “No, you did fine, Levi. More than fine, actually. That was very … very …”
The words “fatherlike of you” wouldn’t quite come out.
“Thank you,” I said softly instead, looking up and meeting his eyes.
It was a mistake.
Chapter Eighteen
Levi
My heart leaped into my throat as we locked gazes.
Frozen, unable to think or speak, I tried desperately to think about what to do. The last thing I wanted was to appear like I didn’t know what I was doing. Calm, confident. Collected.Cool. That was how she knew me. It was what she would think. What she would expect.
And what she wanted.
I couldn’t let her realize just what sort of effect she had on me—now that I saw her as more than the smoking-hot Secret Service agent I liked to fuck. She was the mother to our son. Whether Jakub knew it or not, we were his parents. And seeing Sarah as a mother had me in all kinds of fits.
The strongest of which was the growing urge to see her become a mother again. To give her another baby. My dragon rumbled about it incessantly in the background of my mind. Flooding me with images of Sarah as her stomach and breasts swelled with the signs of motherhood. The hormones and rawsexuality of knowing she was creating that most precious of things:Life.
Before I knew it, I was moving toward her. Watching her head, I leaned in.
Much as I wanted to simply justkissher and do it, I watched for telltale signs that she would be okay with it. The parting of her lips. The flaring of pupils and, most importantly of all, the tilting back of her head, accepting my mouth as I pressed it to hers.
It was all there. Just as I’d expected—hopedfor. I swayed that extra bit closer and touched my lips to hers, basking in the heat that radiated outward.
That was the last of the familiar parts. An instant after the kiss was sealed, my dragon erupted in my mind, howling triumphant clarion calls.
Something was different. Even as I parted her mouth, tongues dancing like flames in a fire, I knewthatkiss was unlike one we’d ever shared before. It was stronger, deeper, forging a connection like metal bonded in flame, welded to one another. Practically unbreakable.
Thatkiss wasn’t like the ones that had come before. Those had signaled raw, hard sex. Spinning Sarah around, thrusting deep into her from behind as she slammed her ass back against me, screaming into the sheets. Grabbing her legs as I stood at the edge of the bed, lifting her hips, and filling her tight little pussy as she creamed all over my cock until I filled her with my seed or covered her tits with the dripping hot liquid.
Those had been the “befores.”
Now, it was so different and so much more intense in a way that staggered me mentally.
Mate.
And just like that, I understood the difference. I didn’t understand what drew me to Sarah before. Perhaps because I wasn’t ready for it. My dragon had known. It was why I’d gone back, over and over, several times a day sometimes, to see her. To be with her.
