She nodded. “I would love that. I can make some pretty cushions to go on the chairs. Eleanor and I will do it in her hobby room. She’ll love it.”
“You do that. I’ll talk to Chris. He loves making things in his downtime. I’ll get six done.”
She counted off on her fingers. “Eight.”
I leaned forward, kissing the soft spot behind her ear that made her shiver. “Maybe ten, yes? We can store them in the basement, and one day, we may need them for when we have kids, plus our crew here.”
Her eyes widened, and I held my breath. Then she smiled. That smile I loved the best. Wide, excited, and filled with love.
“Yes. For our kids.”
I crashed my mouth to hers, holding her tight. Her fingers tightened on my neck, and she moaned low in her throat as our tongues stroked together.
“Have you seen enough of your kitchen, Maggie? How about I take you upstairs and show you how much I missed you?”
Her hand snaked between us, cupping my growing erection. “Yes, Sebastian. Take me upstairs and welcome me home.”
I stood, setting her on her feet. “I’ll make sure everything’s locked up. Be waiting for me. Naked.”
Climbing the stairs, I could see the glow of candlelight flickering on the walls. Maggie enjoyed making love by candlelight. I loved watching the way her skin glowed and the light danced over her face when she was coming around me. Walking into the room, I paused at the door. She was gloriously naked. Her hair was a burnished halo in the soft glow as she lay on the white sheets, one hand curled under her cheek, waiting for me. I gazed upon her beautiful form—the nuances of her small body still fresh to me. I discovered something new to fall in love with every time I touched her. A secret ticklish spot, the way she would moan when my lips found a hidden dip to taste, an undiscovered freckle to bathe with my tongue.
I pulled my shirt over my head, yanking off my sweats, and climbed on the mattress, unable to be away from her a second longer. I settled between her legs, balancing my weight on my forearms as I captured her mouth, kissing her passionately. She wrapped her legs around me, her arms folding around my torso, welcoming me home to the cradle of her body. Long moments passed as we kissed, murmurs of love and longing passing between us. Slowly, we explored each other, our hands and mouths caressing, touching, rediscovering.
“No more trips for a while,” I rasped against her skin. “I need you here with me.”
“Okay,” she agreed, pulling my mouth back to hers.
Passion built, our bodies moving and aligning. I sank into her heat, groaning at the feeling of being joined with her again. “Every time, Angel. It feels like the first time, every damn time.”
“Sebastian,” she breathed out, her hands tightening on my skin. “Please, baby.”
I loved it when she called me baby. She only did it in the most intimate moments; the sound of the word uttered in that low, breathless voice always cranked me even higher.
I pressed her hands over her head, our fingers entwined, thrusting into her as deeply as I could. She arched up to meet me, her cries and whimpers stirring my lust. I kissed her damp skin, flicking my tongue over the softness, returning to her mouth. Heat slithered down my spine, my orgasm growing in the pit of my stomach, my balls tightening with my impending climax.
“Come for me, Angel. I need you with me.”
She cried out, her head lifting as she shouted my name. Burying my head into her neck, I breathed out her name, moving inside her until I was spent. Stilling, I rolled, taking her with me, holding her tight.
“I love you.”
She snuggled closer, her hand resting over my heart.
“I love you.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
MAGGIE
I walked into the bar, greeting people, smiling. Near the small stage, Patrick and Eleanor waited at our usual table. He had his arm draped over the back of her chair and was listening intently to something she said. We had grown so close to them since arriving in Riverstoke. So much of our life revolved around them and our friends who had become our family.
I had been so unsure about returning to Riverstoke. When my dad was alive, it felt like home—once he had passed, I wasn’t sure how I would feel coming back. I was searching for something. A place to belong. I didn’t know if I would find it coming back here. But I did.
I found that place with a man who was searching for his own spot in the world. Together, Sebastian and I made a life. With him beside me, Riverstoke was home again. The place I would always return to, knowing I belonged. The people were warm and friendly. They welcomed me back and accepted him completely. This small community was where we wanted to stay and bring up our kids.