Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 774(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Then her bedtime.
Routine. A variation of the same every day. With Mabel keeping it interesting as to whether she treated us with dazzling smiles or informed us how pissed off she was with the routine or life in general.
It was why I was worried, terrified, of the future.
“Nah,” said Kane. “I’d rather fuck you.”
My insides somersaulted as I looked at his face, seeing naked hunger on it. All of the desire he used to look at me with was there, and more.
Suddenly, my heart was stuttering, and fear cinched my lungs.
I glanced over to where Mabel was sleeping, arms thrown up above her head.
“With the baby in the room?” I whispered.
He let out a low chuckle, yet it was sexual too. “Yes, Chef. Hopefully, she’s out for the count, and considering that’s how we made her, I don’t think she’ll mind.”
Though I had thought about sex often since Mabel was born, I hadn’t thought much about the reality of having sex in front of her. Granted, she was sleeping and had no idea what sex was, but still.
Before I could contemplate further, Kane’s lips were on my neck, hands on my hips, slowly moving me across the bed, away from Mabel while covering my body with his. The simple weight of his body on top of mine, his erection pressing against me was all I needed to remember that my body was more than a machine that created breast milk.
“I haven’t tried to fuck you, Chef because I’ve been waiting for you to come to me,” he murmured against my neck.
His hands ran down the sides of my body, making me shiver.
“You’ve gone through a change that I can’t begin to understand,” his hands continued moving up and down. Soft, tentative.
“Your entire life has been consumed by the needs of another human for the past four months,” he added, lips traveling up my jaw. “I didn’t want to be another person you felt you needed to give more to.”
He pulled back so I could see his face in the low light from the sound machine.
“I never thought you would equate that to me not desirin’ you.” His lips gently pressed on mine, his hands gliding underneath the hem of my tee to skim the bare skin of my hips then my stomach.
I tensed, knowing that that area was forever changed.
Surely, Kane noted my tensing, but maintained his slow skimming, up my stomach, over the parts that had stretched to accommodate Mabel, to the places where my insides had moved, where my abs had separated.
“I have never desired you more,” he told me, kissing me deeper.
There was no immediate fire, no overwhelming, desperate, animal need. That was there, kindling deeper down. This was a slower build, purposeful.
His palms grazed over my breasts, my nipples peaking at the light touch. I arched upward into his hands as I kissed him back, joyous to be awake in this way, even amidst my exhaustion.
Kane kneaded my breasts before bringing his hands back downward, to where I was wet for him.
“This, here, Chef is all I need,” he rasped, toying with me over my panties. Just as my toes began to curl, Mabel punctuated this by passing gas loudly in her sleep.
Both Kane and I froze, looking toward the bassinet, waiting for the telltale flail of legs and arms to announce she was awake.
But nothing happened.
She snuffled then went back to sleep.
Kane and I looked back at each other and burst out laughing. Muted laughter, of course.
When our eyes met, something passed between us. It wasn’t hot or electric, no inferno of carnal desire. But it was something deeper, simpler yet more profound. A recognition of what we were together, what we had together.
“I think maybe we should go to the bathroom,” I suggested, panting slightly. “I’m not quite ready for us to do that with her right there.”
Kane chuckled again, low and throaty, pushing his erection against my soaked panties.
I gasped.
He didn’t verbally respond to my request.
At once, we were no longer on the bed; we were up, my legs wrapping around Kane’s waist.
Our mouths met as he ambled quietly across the room, me rubbing myself up and down his length, his hand on my ass.
I detached from his lips only long enough to check on Mabel as we passed. Still sound asleep.
Kane grabbed my face, turning it back toward him so he could kiss me again.
We made it to the bathroom, Kane closing the door.
“It turns me on so much how quietly you closed that door,” I breathed against him.
Kane laughed. “So it’s not my muscles, tattoos or general air of danger, it’s my ability to shut doors quietly.”
I smiled against his lips. “At this point in our life, yes. That trumps them all.”
He pinched my ass playfully.
Then he set me on the counter of the bathroom. I gasped at the cold marble on my skin.