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“Holy fuck.” I sweep her into my arms and set her on the edge of the couch, urging her back so her head rests against the cushions. I push her t-shirt up and her yoga pants down so I can get a good look at what our love has done to my Angel.
“Gabriel?” She’s hesitant and afraid.
“Shh.” I kiss her lips. “Give me a minute.”
When I can’t see enough, I hoist her into my arms and bound up the stairs to my bedroom. I don’t know where Rowdy is, but I’ll be damned if I’ll let him see her in the state of undress I’m aiming for.
Locking the door behind me and flipping on the light, I set my precious cargo in the middle of the bed. She eyes me cautiously, still trying to figure out my frame of mind.
When I’m done, she’ll have no doubts about me or our future.
Stripping her till she’s in only her bra and panties, I take in the sight of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Angel.”
She blushes and sucks in a breath when I kiss up her leg while crawling up her body till I’m hovered over her baby belly that’s more noticeable now that she’s flat on her back. It’s not much, but it’s definitely not the way she looked when I left her two months ago. I did this to her. Our love did this.
I settle between her thighs and press my mouth to the swell above the top of her panties. I’m so close to heaven, but all I can see is my baby.Ourbaby. I close my eyes. My hands cradle our baby and place tender kisses from side to side. I say a silent prayer for the health of our child and my woman,let nothing I do cause my Angel another moment of pain.
With moisture clouding my vision, I look up to find her watching me in awe, her tears running free. “I’m devastated in the most profound way that we’ve been granted this gift—you’vegiven me this gift. I’ve hurt you so deeply over the years, and I’m so fucking sorry, Frankie.” I move up her body to settle at her side, wrapping her in my arms. “I’m all in, Angel. I’m all yours if you’ll have me.”
Have him?Does he not know me? He offered himself up on a platter, granting me every wish I ever had for myself, except it’s a hundred times better because it’s with him. My bobblehead in full motion, my lips pressed together to sequester a sob, all I can do is give him my eyes and hope he can see the truth.
His smile is warm and indulgent as he presses closer, nuzzling into my neck. “I’ve missed you, Angel.” His hand skims my waist and up to my breast, squeezing ever so lightly.
My head swims with the idea of having him inside me again, and my hormones have me pressing into him, racing for the finish line before we’ve even begun. With a hand on his arm, I pull him closer till he’s nearly lying on top of me. “I haven’t—” I shake my head in embarrassment—“since you’ve been gone.”
His heated gaze searches for my meaning. “You haven’t had sex?”
I shake my head. “No, but that’s not what I meant.”
He scans my body pressed into him, his thumb running across my sensitive, beaded nipple through my bra. “Haven’t come?” His gruff tone is making me wet.
“Uh-uh, but God, I want to.”Need to.
His tender reverence as he takes me in and absorbs the idea of me abstaining in his absence brings a tender smile to his lips. “Fuck,” he whispers against my lips, a soft press before he pulls back. “Let’s remedy your ache.”
“Yes,” I mumble into his mouth as his lips return to mine.
It’s a slow kiss, with an undercurrent of unrequited desire that’s been building for months. As I’m about to break free of the riptide, he breaks our kiss instead. “I haven’t been with anyone either, Frankie. I couldn’t—didn’t want anyone but you. Only ever you.”
His confession has a moan escaping as I sink my fingers into his hair. Our lips meet in desperation, a clash of forces coming together—like the universe becoming one again. With a little prodding from me, his caress roams lower, my hips guiding him as I tremble with need.
His tongue breaches my lips as his hand deftly slips below my panties. He groans when he finds my want more than apparent by the moisture coating my needful place. His string of curse words and dirty promises has me begging for mercy by the time he slips his fingers inside me, pulverizing any ideas I had about surviving without this man in my life, by my side, over me, inside me.
“Unhook your bra. I need my mouth on your tits,” he hurriedly commands, not releasing my mouth or slowing the thrusting of his fingers when I arch up to reach the clasp at my back. Once freed, his heated gaze blazes a trail over my breasts. “Fuck, Angel.” He locks on me. “I don’t know how knocking you up made your tits any more glorious, but fuck if they aren’t.”
I don’t get a chance to respond before his mouth is on them, kissing, licking, sucking. “Oh, God.” I nearly come when he pulls my nipple in deep and teases it with his teeth.
“Not God, Angel. Remember?”
How could I forget?“Gabriel.”
“That’s right. Only me. Ever. Only. Me.”
This man and his words, his touch, his passion. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Not yet, Angel, but I’m working on it,” he answers what I didn’t mean to voice.
His mouth teases my breasts as his fingers bring me closer and closer to the edge, but when he whispers against my mouth, “I need to be inside you,” I come so hard I swear moisture pours out of me, and my cries deafen my hearing, leaving me shaking and crying with relief in the arms of the man I love.
