Who's the Daddy (Crescent Cove 3)

Still, he didn’t stop.

My breath came in pants and I reached behind me with my other hand to drag him closer.

“Fuck yes,” I echoed him. I was already riled up from the car ride and now, my husband was unleashing all the passion I’d worried he didn’t have for me until there was nothing left but the truth.

I arched and sobbed my release. And still, he held on and demanded more. Filled me until all that remained between us was sweat and the love I’d been so afraid to give. I held onto him, curling into a tight ball as his hips pummeled into me again and again before finally jerking tight into me. The strangled groan he let out allowed me to finally relax against him as we sagged against one another.

He slid his hand down between my legs and flicked over where we were joined. “See why I held back?”

“Never again,” I said against my arm. I lifted my head to try and catch his mouth over my shoulder. The angle was wrong, but I needed the connection. Needed him.

Always.

“Never hold back,” I whispered. “Even if you almost kill me.” I flexed my inner walls against him, not wanting him to slip away from me.

He groaned. “We’ll end up having eight kids.”

I laughed and turned in his arms. “No, we won’t. But three is a nice number.”

He laughed against my mouth. “Or two.”

I shrugged. “Or two.”

Twenty-Two

After the second round, I planted face-first on our bed. “I love you, babe, but I think you killed me.”

“What did you just say?”

I winced as she gripped the slightly longer hairs on top of my head and tugged me closer until our eyes met. “Kel.”

She knelt beside me. Obviously, I hadn’t done my job since she’d been as dead to the world as I was not even five minutes ago. I still couldn’t breathe, for fuck’s sake. I hadn’t realized I needed to start training to keep up with my wife.

Damn. Wife. Never thought I’d say that with a smile on my face.

“I asked you a question, sir.”

I rolled onto my side and traced my finger down the slope of her breast, tweaking her nipple lightly. “Which part? That you killed me?”

“No.” She launched herself at me, shifting me on my back and straddling my stomach.

“Darlin’, you keep that up and we won’t be talking again.”

She balanced herself and brushed her very fine ass against my rapidly hardening cock. “We’ll get back to that. Impressive by the way. I don’t think my boyfriend in college had that short of a recovery time and he was nineteen.”

I growled and swung her onto her back, caging her in with my arms and knees. “Don’t talk about other men being inside you, wife.”

Her eyes widened and her nipples went to bullets against my chest. I angled myself between her thighs and slid inside of her. “Evidently, I need to remind you there’s only one man and one cock you should be thinking about.”

Her beautiful golden eyes fluttered shut as I slowly canted my hips to grind against her. She arched under me with a long, delicious groan. I lowered my mouth to hers. “I love you, Kel. Call it too fast, call it insane, call me out as a liar if you want.” I shifted my hips so I could pull her leg up to take her deeper.

She lifted her hands to my shoulders as her eyes filled.

I reached up for one arm, then the other, dragging them over her head until there was no air between us and she couldn’t move. I wanted to make sure there was no way she could misunderstand me. Not again. Not ever. I grasped her wrists together and slowly punctuated each word with my hips, joining with her again and again. “I. Love. You. Always.”

The tears rolled and she took each word with a nod. And I watched as the orgasm stole her breath, and her speech. Then she broke free and wrapped her arms and legs around me as she trembled, the words finally tumbling from her mouth. “I love you too. So much. Too much.”

I lost it. I didn’t think there was anything left in my damn tank, but as it always was with her, I had more. Always more to give her. I pressed my forehead to her shoulde