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She eyed me, and then with a wicked little smile, slipped the spoon between her lips and made a show of pulling it out…slowly.

Her lips clung to the tip, then she released it with a pop. My breath shuddered in.

Sitting up, I cupped her chin, my thumb tracing the seam of her lips. “Are you going to let me taste?”

A slow dip of her head.

I leaned in. Eden’s lips parted and I licked into her mouth, tasting the sweetness on her tongue. I hummed low in my throat, then with a restraint that should’ve won me a damn medal, pulled back.

Her dark, spiky eyelashes fluttered.

I retrieved the spoon from her lax fingers before she dropped it. “More?”

“More?” She followed my gaze to the spoon. “Oh, you mean ice cream. No, I’m full,” she said with a regretful look at the Moon Mist. “I can’t eat another bite.”

I replaced the lid on the carton and returned it with the spoon to the bag. “There are three more cartons in your refrigerator.”

“Really?” She grinned. “You’re going to make me fat.”

Oh, yeah, I definitely owed Rio. And Twilight, too.

“Not fat,” I said, laying back down and bringing her with me. “Beautifully round.”

“Good answer,” she returned and snuggled into me, her head on my shoulder, one knee bent, her thigh resting on my leg.

She was soft and warm, her belly pressed against my side so that when our son shifted his position, we both felt it. The hungry thing let out a breath, content for now. I gathered her closer and gazed up at the multitude of stars, happier than I would’ve believed possible when I’d left for New York four weeks ago.

Eden’s breath tickled my neck. “This is nice—being alone with you out here.”

“You’re not cold?”

“Nah. I run hot these days.”

“I know.” I turned my head so I could look at her. “I like it. There’s nothing I like more than being buried in your heat.”

She screwed up her nose and laughed like she thought I was joking with her; and I was, a little. But it was also true. I rolled her onto her back and came over her, forearms on either side of her head, my body planked above hers.

“I mean it.” I teased her lips with my tongue. “You…warm me. I can’t explain it. You just do. And not just when we’re having sex.”

I felt the shape of her smile against my mouth. “Really?”

“Really.” The confession left me feeling exposed, so I kissed her, slow and deep.

No one saw that vulnerable side of me. Ever.

I didn’t stop until she was breathless and moaning, her lips kiss swollen. Even though my whole body was tight with need, too, it eased the vulnerability, to see her so wrecked by me.

When I came off her, she winced and shifted on the blanket. When I eased her back onto her side, she reached beneath her jacket to rub her lower back.

My brows pulled together. “You’re hurting.”

She shook her head. “Just stiff.”

I brushed her hand away and took over, massaging the sore spot with the heel of my hand.

“Mmm.” She relaxed, resting her head on her bent arm. “That already feels better.”

“Massage helps?” Kneeling behind her, I lifted the back of her jacket and continued working on her lower back.

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