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“What?” she asked breathlessly.
“I really, really want to make love to you.”
She laughed lightly and moved back far enough to look into his eyes. Her own were dancing with mirth. “Look at you, being all sweet and romantic.”
He smirked. “Don’t get used to it. I’m going to make love to you first, so damn slow you’ll be begging me to let you come. And a little bit later, I’m going to fuck you until you claw at my back and scream my name as your pussy squeezes around my cock, nice and tight.”
Her eyes glazed over with desire. “Oh, yes, please. To both.”
He smacked her ass, which made her jump in surprise, then a heated blush stained her cheeks. “Greedy girl,” he said, then took her hand and led the way to his bedroom.
Once there, he followed through on his promise. He undressed her slowly, leisurely, and removed the elastic band from her hair so the strands were loose and his hands could tangle in them. Then he pressed her down onto the mattress so he could kiss her, starting with her mouth, then along her neck, and gradually moving lower to her full breasts that were sensitive to his touch, the light pinch of his fingers, and the gentle graze of his teeth across her nipples.
He skimmed his lips along the curve of her belly, loving the changes happening in her body to accommodate the baby they’d created together. By the time he was settled between her spread legs and his tongue licked along her pussy, she was already begging and quivering and panting. She was so fucking sweet, still so uninhibited and sensual and passionate it made his dick pulse harder against the mattress. He sucked on her clit, and she slid her fingers into his hair and gripped tight, her entire body arching as she came against his mouth with a long, shuddering moan.
It took him less than a minute to strip off his own clothes while she recovered from that first orgasm. Moving back between her thighs, he lined up his cock and sank into her, inch by slow, agonizing inch, just as he’d told her he would make love to her. Pressing his body against hers, he met her half-lidded gaze and groaned deep in his throat as the silken heat of her body clasped his dick.
He moved in and out of her, rolling his hips and burying himself balls deep every time he ground against her pussy. She seemed to melt around him, so slick and warm and tight he knew he wasn’t going to last long.
Jesus, had sex ever felt this fucking good? Yeah, it had . . . when he’d been with her in San Francisco. This woman had ruined him for all others, and he couldn’t have been happier or more content.
He stroked a little faster, and he wrapped his fingers in her hair and tipped her head back a few inches, holding her gaze as he pushed them both closer to the edge. “This, Daisy,” he said gruffly as he anchored one of her legs high around his waist with his free hand, so that his next thrust buried him to the hilt. “This is what I want for the rest of my fucking life.”
A playful smile managed to curve the corners of her lips. “Sex?”
He laughed abruptly, his hips driving him into her harder, deeper. “You and me, together forever,” he rasped. “And yes, sex, too.”
She laughed huskily. “That sounds amazing. I want that, too. All of it.”
And that’s what he gave her . . . absolutely everything.
* * *
Daisy was right where she wanted to be and where she knew she belonged. In Aiden’s bed and wrapped up in his strong arms. Her head was resting on his chest, and the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear seemed to match her own. Happy. Satisfied. Content.
“So, I’ve been thinking . . . ” Aiden said, his tone cautious, as if he was about to say something he knew she might be averse to. “Have you thought about going to see your mother in person to talk to her? I just can’t imagine her not wanting to be a part of our child’s life.”
Daisy understood why Aiden had posed the question, because he was hoping that Diane’s scorn would miraculously thaw and she’d change her mind about welcoming a grandchild. But Daisy needed to face the cold, hard fact that her mother was who she was—a bitter woman who would never be happy for Daisy, because she’d never been happy herself. And that included accepting and loving her and Aiden’s baby.
She’d never be able to change her mother or her negative attitude about everything, but Daisy, in her new quest to leave her insecurities behind and be a better person for Aiden and their baby, was okay with that.
“I don’t think so,” she said softly as she caressed her fingers down Aiden’s firm stomach. “I don’t want our child to ever feel like I did growing up, and if my mother ever reaches out and wants to have a relationship with me or our baby, it will only happen if she’s truly changed.”
“Fair enough,” he said, and kissed her temple. “
My mom will spoil this baby rotten, you know, because I doubt that Dylan or Leo will ever have kids.”
Daisy glanced up at him in amusement. “You never know. You said the same thing about yourself.”
“The tadpole wasn’t exactly planned,” he said with a wry laugh, then rolled to his side so he was looking down at her, his golden brown gaze warm and serious as he splayed his hand on her bare stomach. “That said, the best thing I ever did was knock you up. It made you mine, and I would have missed out on loving you if it hadn’t happened.”
If Daisy had been standing, she would have swooned. How lucky was she that this incredible, gorgeous, sexy man belonged to her?
“By the way, did you get a chance to listen to the playlist I made?” he asked.
That made her smile. “I did. ‘Having your Baby’?” she said of the old and somewhat cheesy Paul Anka song he’d added. “Really?”
He chuckled. “Hey, it totally fit the theme of the playlist.”
