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“Shit,” I whispered.
His lips brushed mine. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I should’ve waited longer, I—”
I put a hand on his chest, pressing lightly against his skin and otherwise remaining where I was. “I wanted you to feel good, too. I know werewolves have this whole idea that a man exists to take care of his mate, but that’s bullshit. I believe in taking care of each other.”
His lips caught mine, and our mouths melded together for a few more minutes before I heard a sob above us.
I jerked away, my eyes wide and my heart pounding hard.
Evan wailed above me, and I didn’t have to hear his adorable word for milk to know what he needed.
“I can do it,” Elliot murmured, his hand sliding over my cheek.
Biting my lip, I nodded once.
He set my ass on the table, and his lips brushed my cheek before he walked toward the stairs.
“Pants,” I whispered to him, hurriedly. “Change your pants first.”
He flashed me a grin and a nod, before taking the stairs up two at a time.
I stared after him, sitting on the edge of the table again, absolutely dazed.
I’d just kissed Elliot. Kissed the hell out of Elliot. It had been the best damn kiss of my life, and…
My body throbbed.
The damn climax.
But, shit, that had felt so good. It had been way too long since I’d felt so calm, and I wanted to have that again.
To have more of it.
Heading back up the stairs quietly, I heard Evan’s sobbing cut off as he started on his chocolate milk. A few soft murmurs came from the man—my mate—and I bit my lip harder to stop myself from smiling.
The way Elliot interacted with my baby was just unreal. Sweet, and incredible, and… perfect.
I left the door to our room cracked open and tugged my shirt and leggings off, tossing them in the laundry basket, and then stepped in front of the mirror to see how I looked in my bra and panties.
As I turned to look at myself from every direction, my gaze was drawn to my stretch marks and the squishy parts that I didn’t love the way I wished I did.
But my eyes were bright and my hair was messy, which I felt like made me sexier. And honestly, my boobs had never lost the two extra cup sizes they’d gained during pregnancy, so they looked pretty damn good.
Crossing the hallway to grab my toothbrush, I tried to ignore the pounding of my heart in my chest.
Was I really doing this?
It had been so damn long.
And even when I’d done it before, it hadn’t been genuine. There hadn’t been affection. I hadn’t liked him.
But I liked Elliot.
A lot.
