Page 137 of The Devil’s Lair

He caresses my arm with his fingertips. “And I mean what I say. You know where I stand. The choice is yours.”

“So, if I said I’d like maybe two more, that would make you happy?”

“I’m already happy. You make me happy; you and Isla. It isn’t possible to be any happier. But, yes, I would love to have babies with you. I think we’d make gorgeous babies together.”

I shift in the bath to straddle him. Let me tell you, that’s not as easy as it sounds, but I manage it without face planting into his chest. Water sloshes over the rim. Tobias catches me by my hips.

“Careful. Don’t slip.”

I press both palms to his cheeks and stare deeply into his eyes. “Let’s start now,” I whisper.

“Now? Here?”

“I mean…” I rock my hips, grazing his cock. “We could try, but if I slip, I might break my nose on the side of the bath or something.”

He chuckles, then hisses at the friction as I rock again. “We can’t have that, although it’d be a fun tale to tell the grandkids.”

“Yeah, and freak them out. ‘Do you know how your mother or father was conceived? Take a seat, kiddos.’”

“Cruelty at its finest.”

“Earned, though.”

“Indeed.” He extends his neck to reach up and kiss me. “You’re sure?”

“Positive. I want to make a baby with you and give Isla the family I always wanted for her. And for me.”

He studies me for a few seconds, his eyes flicking between mine. Then he nods once, decisive, like he’s seen what he was looking for.

“Okay,” he says softly. “But we should probably get out of this bath before one of us does actually injure ourselves.”

“Practical,” I tease.

He shifts carefully, letting me stand first while keeping hold of my hand. I steady myself on his shoulder as I climb out. My skin immediately cools, and I shiver. Tobias is there instantly, swaddling me in an oversized, fluffy white bath towel. He wraps one around his waist, then walks into the bedroom, unconcerned about the wet footprints all over the carpet.

At the foot of the bed, he turns. The heat in his eyes makes my stomach flip. I crook my finger. “Come here.”

He’s steady, unhurried as he takes two steps and bridges the gap. I run my finger around where he’s fastened his towel, then give it a sharp tug. I don’t hesitate before wrapping my hand around him. Once, I was tentative, unsure, especially given his history with touch. Now, I know the pressure he likes, the speed to go, and what I need to do to make his head tip back and a groan to rumble through his chest.

My towel unravels and slides down my body. Tobias lowers his head and runs his tongue around my nipple. I gasp as a sharp stab of lust swells in my lower abdomen.

“There.” I clasp the back of his head and grip his cock tighter, giving it another firm pull. “Right there.”

He knows exactly where to touch me to elicit the greatest pleasure. We move together so naturally now, no faltering or second-guessing each other. Considering our pasts, we’ve earned this, the freedom to be ourselves without fear.

He leans into me, steering me toward the bed. I fall first, and he follows, caging me in.

“I want you on top.” He lowers his head and kisses my breast. “Want to watch you take what you need from me.”

One quick nod from me is all he needs. He rolls over, taking me with him. I straddle him, rocking my hips against his erection. He lifts himself up a few inches and looks down.

“You’re soaking my cock. Jesus, Wren, you’re so wet for me.” His voice is pure masculine satisfaction. “So fucking good.”

I descend slowly, my eyes never leaving his. Once upon a time, I would’ve avoided eye contact and wished to be anywhere other than where I was. With Tobias, I can’t look away. This connection we have is something I will never take for granted.

Our lips brush, softly at first. He’s unhurried when he takes my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine with infinite leisure, as though he could do this for hours and never get bored.

I feel the same way.