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“You look absolutely beautiful,” he murmurs, pulling me close to kiss my cheek and making me shiver.
“You look very handsome too, Daddy,” Aria declares, coming over to hug him. “Are you still taking us to meet Grandpa tomorrow?”
“Yep, we’ll be back early,” Brahms confirms, kissing both kids on their heads. “The whole Ehrenberg clan is dying to meet you both.”
With a parting wave to the kids who are safely tucked in for the night, I let Brahms lead me out into the evening. The dinner is at Ellie’s penthouse in New York. When we arrive, I’m stunned by the elegant table set with flowers and candles, soft music playing.
As we eat, conversation flows easily between us. But Brahms grows quiet after a while, gazing thoughtfully at the flickering flame between us.
“Penny for your thoughts?” I offer, reaching over the table and placing a hand on top of his.
Brahms lifts his gaze from the candle and looks at me. “Just thinking about how much you’ve changed my life,” he says, with a hint of nostalgia. “A year ago I thought my life was over. You three are the spark that ignited the flame and became my reason to become a better person.”
He sighs and looks at me again.
“In just this short time, I’ve fallen in love all over again, found my way back to my family, and now I hope we can start planning a future—our future together.”
He turns his hand over beneath mine, our gazes locking. In his eyes I see my own soul reflected back. We’re kindred spirits, two broken people brought together again after tragedy tore us apart.
After a moment of consideration, Brahms straightens up and offers his hand, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. “Dance with me?”
I place my hand in his. He guides us to the open space between the dining room and kitchen. The proximity, as he gently pulls me into his embrace, sends a flood of warmth throughout my body.
His voice, low and gravelly, breaks through the intimate silence, “If I tried to kiss you tonight, would you let me?”
My heart races, a frantic beat against my ribs, as I barely nod. The uncertainty of how far this might go makes my pulse quicken.
Brahms’s eyes darken with restrained longing. “And if I wanted to touch you . . . because I do, Seraphina, would you allow it?”
My breath catches at the sincerity in his voice and the vulnerability behind those blue eyes. This amazing man who’s shown such patience and care continues to put me before his needs. I know without a doubt that I can trust him completely with my heart again.
Lifting my arms, I encircle his neck and gently pull myself upwards, bridging the gap between us until our lips meet. My voice is but a whisper, “Tonight I want to be in your arms, to become an extension of your soul. Meld in your very essence.” I smile at him, moving my hands along his neck, holding his chiseled jaw.
My hands slide down his neck, following the contours of his muscular arms, and finally resting on his broad chest. “I’m ready for more. More than just a kiss, or a caress. I’m ready to become one again.”
Brahms’s hands reach the collar of my dress. His calloused fingers graze my bare skin. He dips his face, raining tender kisses along my neck, making me shiver.
“I love you so much, Sephie. So fucking much it hurts sometimes when you’re not around,” he rasps before his mouth claims mine again. Our kiss begins slow and sweet, but as our heartbeats increase, so does the speed building to hungry need.
Brahms takes a shaky breath, momentarily breaking our heated kiss. “My room,” he murmurs, guiding me with urgency to the second door down the hallway.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he breathes out, his fingers deftly lifting and discarding my dress. His heated gaze rakes over me.
I return the favor, undoing the buttons of his shirt, revealing his sculpted, tattooed chest. My fingers trace the etched lines of the midnight scenery inked across his skin.I can’t resist tracing the detailed design with my fingertips. As I help him shrug off the remnants of his shirt, my fingers continue their exploration, tracing the dragon’s winding tail across his strong back.
Barely holding on, I pepper his sculpted body with featherlight kisses. “You’re perfect,” I whisper against his warm skin.
“Sephie,” he breathes as I reach for his belt buckle. With eager hands, I undo his slacks.
His grip tightens. One hand anchoring my waist, pulling me closer, while the other gets lost in my hair, clutching my neck. The world blurs as he dives in, claiming my lips with an intensity that leaves me breathless.
“Sephie,” he groans, sliding his hands across my torso, finding the clasp of my bra and undoing it. He guides me in slow steps until the back of my knees brush the bed.
“You undo me, babe,” he says in a low, gruff voice. His hooded eyes gazing at me. “On the bed,” he softly commands.
I comply, heart hammering as I sit. I rake my gaze over the flex of muscles, he’s utterly beautiful.
Stepping backwards, looking at me as if I’m his prey. The way he licks his lips sends shivers down my spine. His hands move to the front of his slacks, and with a couple of movements, he’s sliding them down. The muscles in his stomach contract as he bends, his biceps flexing with every move. The sight of him is beautiful. When he joins me on the bed, he moves me to the middle, laying me on my back.
