He smirks, pulling my bra down and exposing a hard nipple. “Given what I wanted to do to you, I’d say it was pretty damn restrained.” He dips his head and sucks the stiff peak into his mouth. I arch into the pleasure, moaning softly as his skilled tongue works over my flesh.
“You’re always so sensitive here, baby,” he chuckles before tugging down the rest of my bra and paying the same attention to my other breast.
No, I’m not sensitive, he’s just too skilled. I’m like Silly Putty in his hands—or his mouth. “I didn’t take my birth control today.”
He nips me gently and a feral growl rumbles in his chest. “Good girl.”
We both want kids—he wants two, I want four, but maybe we’ll compromise on three.
With skilled fingers he works my dress down and over my hips, until the fabric lies in a cream pool at my feet. His hand glides over my stomach, and then dips into the waistband of my panties. Pleasure is already skittering around my body before he even touches me, and then his fingers brush my clit and I groan his name.
“Sensitive here too, princess. You know these panties are soaked.” He slides his hand all the way inside them.
“Because you made me come in the restroom, and the car,” I remind him.
He smiles against my skin. “You make it very hard to keep my hands off you, baby. Very. Fucking. Hard.” He punctuates the last three words with a kiss, working his way up my collarbone to my neck.
I squeeze the length of him through his pants. “Yes, I’d say you definitely are.”
He captures my wrists, circling them both in one strong hand before pinning them behind my back. Then he runs his nose over my neck, humming softly to himself. “You had your chance, Addie, and now it’s my turn to play.”
He tweaks my nipple and a shiver of excitement runs up my spine. “What exactly do you have in mind?”
A dark laugh tumbles out of his lips, his breath warming my skin. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“Will it at least involve lots of orgasms?” I ask cheekily.
He swats my ass hard. “Don’t I always take care of you, baby?”
“Yes, you do. Always.” In every single way there is.
“I love you, Addie Hunter,” he growls. “Remember that in a few minutes when I have you tied up and begging for my cock.”
“I love you too, Chase Hunter.”
He is the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man I’ll ever love.
He wasn’t my first mistake—he was never a mistake at all. But he was my first everything.
And like he said, he’ll be my last.
Epilogue 2
CHASE FIVE MONTHS LATER – TWO WEEKS BEFORE CHRISTMAS
# The happiest endings usually happen twice (at least)
Addie leans back in the seat, kicking off her heels and stretching out her legs. “Don’t tell Angelina, but Faraday is kind of comfortable,” she says with a giggle.
“I won’t tell her,” I assure her. “But you do know you’re going to have to trade her in for a new model soon.” And by a new model, I mean a top-of-the-line SUV, which will have every safety feature ever invented.
She pouts. “But I love her. I know you think she’s unsafe, but she’s really not.”
I rest a hand on her thigh and squeeze gently, not taking my eyes off the road. “It’s not big enough for the baby carrier and all the things we’re gonna need, Addie.”
“I know,” she says with a dramatic sigh. “But she’s been with me for so long. Maybe we could keep her for when this little one is old enough to drive.” She rubs her hands lovingly over her stomach. She’s thirteen weeks now and showing a little.
Over my cold, dead body will any of our kids be driving that fluorescent hazard on wheels. “I think she’ll be pretty outdated in seventeen years. Don’t you?”
