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Josh wanted to laugh and scream and cry. He didn’t know where to start first. Mostly he just planned to keep kissing her. Then he was going to make Amy feel all the ways in which he wanted her. He was going to make her feel good and safe. He was going to make sure she knew that she belonged with him and only him.

Her and her baby.

“Come inside?” he asked, his voice low.

She bit her bottom lip, grinning as he kissed her cheek, nuzzling against her. “Why? You have something fun in mind, cowboy?”

“I think I could come up with an activity that we might both enjoy.”

“Oh, yeah?” She slid her hand beneath his shirt, her fingers sliding around to his back, smoothing across his skin. “Dinner and a movie?”

“Not quite.”

“Too bad. I’m quite ravenous.”

“Well, I’m ravenous for something else.”

Amy giggled as he pulled her close, kissing his way down her neck.

He hummed against her, feeling more than hearing the soft sigh that left her lips.

She smiled at him. No, she beamed at him, and Josh knew right then that he wanted to spend the rest of his life waking up beside that smile. Amy followed him through the door. He closed it after her, and she surprised him by pressing him up against the back of the door. She ran her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, lifting up on her toes to whisper her lips along his jaw.

“God, I missed you,” he grumbled.

“I missed you more.”

“Not possible.” Sure he’d missed this, but it was more than that. He’d missed having Amy in his space. He wanted traces of her in the bathroom and touches of her in the living room. He wanted to find her books left by the couch and her dishes in the sink and her hair ties around the gearshift in his truck.

And one day soon he wanted to be tripping over baby toys and looking for the last clean bottle in the middle of the night. He wanted to live that life with her. That hectic, crazy life filled with so much love that he’d gladly lie awake all night just listening to these people breathe.

He wanted little feet on the stairs and in the barn. He wanted this family so much it was a pain between his ribs.

“You okay?” Amy asked, looking up at him.

“I’m perfect,” he said. He caught her hand and kissed every one of her fingers. Then he nudged her with his hips, and Amy backed them toward the couch, stripping out of her clothes.

“Thought we were aiming for the bedroom?”

“You should have known we were never going to make it that far,” Amy laughed. She tugged Josh down to the couch and climbed into his lap.

Josh took his time with her, lingering in places that made her squirm and listening to the way her breath hitched as his fingers danced across her skin. He was gentle and reverential and unhurried, knowing, somehow, that they had forever to do this now. He had all the time in the world to worship her the way he wanted, to love her.

Amy threw her head back, and he lavished her neck with kisses.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Please.”

So he did. When they came together Amy let out a pretty little sigh and Josh echoed it, relieved as the blood rushed past his ears.

He moved against her and Amy moved against him, finding a rhythm that worked, that left them both wanting more, and when Amy cried out, Josh stilled long enough to watch her unravel. It was quickly becoming one of his favorite sights in the world.

Josh followed her into oblivion a moment later, then pulled her close, simply breathing in the moment as bliss washed through him.

They lay like that for a while, Amy tracing patterns into his forearm, humming contentedly whenever he pressed a kiss to her shoulder. She shivered as he ran his stubbled chin over her soft skin.

“That feels nice,” she murmured.

He reached up and kissed the space behind her ear, then her throat, then shifted, so she was lying beneath him.