Page 129 of Stepping Into Tomorrow

He hummed as he sucked her clit into his mouth. Her back arched, eyes rolling back as she rocked her hips, fucking his face with reckless abandon. She was so close. Her orgasm just within reach—

Nash clamped one hand over her mouth and then pinched her nipple with the other as she ground down on him, unabashedly seeking her pleasure.

Her mouth opened, his hand muffling her keening cry as her orgasm hit. She tensed, her thighs locking around his head, his tongue never changing the rhythm as he drew out her climax until it rolled into another wave. Warm euphoria rushed through her, drowning her every synapse in an eruption of ecstasy. She rolled off Nash, lying next to him. He pulled her into his arms before his lips were on hers. She tasted herself on his kiss, which only made them seem that much closer.

She caught her breath as he drew lazy swirls down her body and around her belly with his fingers.

“Good girl. Damn, I missed this—watching you come apart.” He laid his palm on her chest.

“I missed this too.”

He gently kissed her before pulling back. “Never again. That’s another promise I intend on keeping. Whatever you need or want, I’ll be the one to give it to you.” His fingers swirled over her clit causing her muscles to contract as a gush of fluid spread over the bed.

He sat up. “Fuck, you’re soaked. I’ve never seen you squirt like that.”

“Nash—”

“Fuck, that’s hot.” He swirled her clit again as a dull throb expanded around her lower back.

“Nash, stop, that’s not—my water just broke.”

His eyes widened as he stared at her like he was frozen.

“Nash?”

“That means . . .”

She placed a hand on his forearm. “It means we’re gonna have this baby.”

“Fuck!” He shot up, heading for the door. “We need your bag. And to call Sebastian. And Eli needs someone to watch him—and I have to tell my mom—and your mom!”

“Nash!”

He paused, looking at her. She’d never seen him so disorientated.

“It’s gonna be okay. Grab our hospital bags, and ask Nova to stay with Eli until my mom can get here. I’ll text her and your mom while you’re getting our things into the car.”

“Right, yeah, okay. I can do that.” He grabbed the bags and raced out of the room.

“Just don’t forget me!” She chuckled and then hissed as a contraction barreled through her.

“Fuck, that hurt.” She held her belly and slowly got to her feet after it passed. She needed to change and clean up. Soon enough, she’d have her legs spread in front of who knew how many medical staff with no dignity whatsoever. But she had some pride, and she really didn’t want to have her doctor’s hand inside her while she stunk of sex.

She hobbled to the bathroom, having to breathe through another contraction on the toilet. “Looks like you’ll be coming a few days sooner than I thought, love bug.”

* * *

Four hours later, Alba Catherine Emerson was born at eight pounds, and with the darkest brown eyes. Matted curly black hair stuck to her head as she screamed her little lungs out. Nash was the first to hold her, with so much awe and love shining from his eyes that it stole Isabella’s breath.

“She’s perfect.” He handed her to Isabella.

She studied her daughter’s angry little face as Alba rooted around Isabella’s bare chest. Isabella lifted her breast to her mouth, wincing at the strength of Alba’s little latch. Eager sucking sounds replaced her cries as Isabella looked adoringly at her daughter. Tears blurred the snapshot she was trying to memorize.

Nash kissed her cheek, leaning his forehead against her temple. “Thank you for giving me this gift.”

“I love you so much.”

He kissed her, soft and sweet, before leaning down to kiss their daughter’s forehead. Isabella stayed like that, her daughter suckling, the man she loved holding them both with his back to the door, like he could shield them.

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