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“Just let go,” Hez grunted as he looked down at me. “Baby, you have to let go.”
I could see the strain in his face as he struggled to hold back his own pleasure long enough for me to experience mine again. But it was all so new I just didn’t know how. Finally, Hez moved one of his hands and pressed his fingers against my clit, just pulsing against me until my body couldn’t take the combined assault and everything went black.
I heard myself crying out Hez’s name, felt him dig his nails into my hip as he too screamed and his shaft started to spasm inside of me. But within seconds of my body dropping back to the mattress and the pressure of Hez falling on top of me, silence took over the darkness.
Chapter Twelve
~Hez~
“Hannah?” I shifted off of her and gathered her into my arms, my heart thundering in my chest as I stared at her limp body. “Baby? Are you okay?”
“Sorry,” she murmured, finally blinking her eyes open. “I think I might have fainted.”
“Do you do that a lot?” I asked her.
“Well, as that’s the first time I’ve ever had sex before, I can’t really say for sure,” she admitted.
“No.” I chuckled softly as I hugged her tightly to my chest. “I just meant fainting in general. You did it the first night we met, too.”
“Oh, right,” she said, giggling lightly. “God, that seems like it was forever ago.”
“I know what you mean,” I agreed.
“How long are you really staying?” she asked, shifting to lay back down on the bed, but staying pressed up against me.
“For as long as you can stand me,” I promised her. “I can work from anywhere, so I could get an apartment nearby.”
“You could just stay here,” she said before stifling a yawn.
“We can talk about it in the morning,” I told her. “You’ve had a busy few days, full of stress and travel. You need to get some sleep.”
“Are you staying?” she asked, her eyes already drifting closed.
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me out of here tonight,” I promised her, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her lips.
“I have a confession to make,” Hannah said softly, her voice so sleepy I wasn’t completely sure she was really awake anymore.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“There is one more German phrase I know,” she whispered. “Ich liebe dich.”
“I love you, too,” I promised her, my heart so full I feared it might actually burst in my chest. “Get some sleep. We start the rest of our lives together tomorrow.”
“Happy Christmas, Hez.”
“Happy Christmas, Hannah.”
Epilogue
~Hannah~
Eight years later…
“Hans, hold Daddy’s hand,” I insisted as my son raced toward the pier, eager to see the ducks that were happily splashing in the water below.
“I’ve got him,” Hez promised as he ran after Hans, both of them laughing and making quacking sounds as they went.
I trudged along behind them, far too pregnant to be bothered rushing anywhere. But that was fine, as usual, I knew that Hez would take care of everything.
