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He nods. “She could.”
“We didn’t ask herwhyshe wants to give up her baby,” I say.
“She’s in medical school,” Jamie points out. “The education is grueling. And then it’s followed by years of work, residency, long brutal hours. If the baby’s father isn’t in the picture, Melanie may have decided she can’t handle both medical school and being a single parent. It would be difficult.”
“I suppose so.”
“What do you want to tell her?” he asks.
I turn to face him, gently cupping his face. I brush my thumbs against the edge of his cheeks. “I want to sayyes.”
“Me, too,” he says. “I say we take a chance that it will turn out all right. That she won’t change her mind when the baby’s born.”
“A little girl,” I say wistfully. “We could be parents to a baby girl in just a couple of months. This is so unreal.”
“We’ll have to cancel our honeymoon plans,” he says with a chuckle.
We had planned to fly out to Colorado to visit Jamie’s sister Hannah and Killian, her boyfriend, after the wedding. We wanted to see their new Wilderness Excursion Lodge. “We can go another time, when the baby’s old enough to travel.”
Jamie pulls me close. “You’ll be a wonderful mother.” He kisses me.
“And you’ll be a wonderful father.”
“Let’s be brave and trust this,” he says. “Let’s become parents.”
“Okay. I’ll hope for the best.” The truth is I don’t know if I can handle another disappointment. I stand and take his hand. “Let’s go to bed.”
While I’m getting undressed, Jamie takes Gus out for his final potty break of the night.
When he slides in bed beside me, he cups my face so tenderly I could cry. Then he leans in to kiss me. I slide my arms around him and pull him against me, warm flesh against flesh. My soft body against his hard one.
When he traces my face with his fingertips, I close my eyes and indulge him. This is how heseesthe world—with his fingertips. He runs them across my forehead, traces my eyebrows, then down the bridge of my nose. He brushes histhumbs over my cheeks, then traces the outline of my lips with an index finger.
I always wonder what picture Jamie has formed of me in his mind. “What do you think I look like?” I ask him. He knows my hair is brown, as are my eyes. But the rest he has to imagine.
“What do you look like to me?” He pauses a moment, thinking. “I once asked Shane to describe you. He did, very thoroughly, so I know you’re a beautiful woman. But to me, when I touch you”—he cups my face—“I feel love. Home. Security. Comfort. Does that sound sappy?”
“No.” My voice breaks. “It sounds beautiful.”
He slips his hands down to my sides, then around to my back. When he leans in to kiss me again, I moan, the sound soft and plaintive, and he chuckles.
That’s all the go-ahead he needs. He slides a warm hand between my legs, and his deft fingers go to work, teasing me and making me ache for him.
He kisses the tender spot on my neck, and then his lips travel down to my sternum. I know where this is headed. He always makes sure I come first, forsaking his own pleasure until he knows I’ve had mine.
He peppers kisses down my chest, past my belly, to the most sensitive point below. He nudges my legs open and settles himself between them.
Jamie knows exactly how to make me writhe and squirm with pleasure. When he strokes me, I gasp. When his tongue flicks my clitoris, I shiver. And when he slips a long finger inside me and starts rubbing that sweet spot deep inside me, my back arches off the bed. And when he does it all at once, my pleasure skyrockets, and I’m left struggling to catch my breath.
My arousal quickly climbs until my legs are shaking. My belly clenches hotly, as do the muscles between my legs. “Jamie.”
“Mm.” But nothing breaks his concentration.
When my orgasm hits me, it steals my breath. Every muscle in my body tenses. Every nerve sings. My body arches once more. He surges up to kiss me, his mouth catching my cries. His big hands cradle my face as his mouth devours mine.
He reaches between us finally, takes hold of his erection, and guides it to my opening. I’m so wet now, so flush and aroused, he has no trouble sliding inside, slowly and deep, all the way.
I moan, reveling in the feel of him. He fills me so perfectly, like our bodies were made for one another. Bracing his weight on his hands, he starts to move with long, fluid strokes in and out. He knows how much I love that. Feeling his controlled power does delicious things to my body and mind.
