I take her hand and kiss it. “Thank you.”
She squeezes my hand. “You’re a good man, Mason. And you’re going to be a great father.”
That makes me smile. I place my hand over her belly.
“Does that mean you forgive me for not telling you about what your dad had planned?” I ask her hopefully.
She nods. “As long as you forgive me for kissing Leander.”
I pull my head back and give her a puzzled look. “You kissed him?”
“When I was trying to escape from him, I kissed him so I could cuff him,” Aster confesses. “Then I hit him with a chair.”
I know I should feel jealous, but I don’t.
“It’s fine. Anyway, you hit him with a chair.”
“Pretty hard.”
So that’s what Leander was talking about.
Aster grips my hands again and looks up at me. “So, what do you say we put the past behind us?”
I give her a wide smile. “I say it’s a plan.”
I lean over to kiss her. She meets me halfway. Our lips brush against each other’s, then collide. I let her hands go so I can cradle the back of her head as I press my lips against hers. She puts her hands on my waist. They grip the hem of my shirt and start to pull it off. I take it off the rest of the way as she pulls off her own shirt.
When our mouths reconnect, I slip my tongue inside hers. Our tongues begin to play. Aster’s hands run over my chest and my abdomen. Her palms light a fire beneath my skin. I caress her shoulders, her arms and her back. My fingers unfasten her bra.
I take off her pants next, pushing them down until they drop to the floor. Then I lead Aster to the bed. I sit down on the edge and have her sit on my lap. Then I cradle her jaw and stroke it as I capture her mouth.
My other hand finds her breast. I cup the firm mound of flesh. Her nipple swells against my palm. I rub it, gently twisting it and flicking my thumb over it. Aster trembles and moans into my mouth. Her hand strokes my cheek.
I release her lips and kiss her neck as I cup both her breasts now. Then I slide one hand down. I look over her shoulder as I caress her belly reverently, knowing the treasure that’s inside. Then I slide my hand even lower.
I suck on Aster’s shoulder as I stroke her through her panties. I glance at her face and see her blowing through the narrow slit between her lips. Her cheeks are red. Her eyes are barely open.
I slip my hand under the lace. When I find the nub I’m looking for, Aster’s eyes fall completely shut. I tease that nub together with her nipple and she throws her head back against my shoulder. Moans spill out of her lips.
I kiss her neck and drop my other hand. I slip my fingers inside her as I continue to stroke her nub. Her back arches. Her legs tremble on top of mine.
I lick her ear and move my fingers in and out. I feel like she’s a guitar on my lap. As I strum and pluck her, she comes to life and makes wonderful music. Excitement buzzes through my veins. My cock, too, comes to life beneath her.
I play with Aster until she reaches her crescendo. Her hands grip my arm as she trembles all over. Her hips nearly rise off my lap.
When she sinks into my chest and grows still, I withdraw my fingers and let her rest on my lap. I wrap my arms around her and plant a kiss on her shoulder.
“Don’t tell me you’re already tired, Mrs. Burke,” I whisper in her ear.
She turns her head and looks at me with narrowed eyes. “Is that a challenge?”
I shrug. “What are you going to do about it?”
“This.”
Aster gets off my lap, flattens her palms against my chest and pushes me on top of the bed. Then she manhandles my belt. Once it’s off, she pulls my pants off. She leaves my boxers on, though.
I prop myself up on my elbows and watch her as she settles between my knees. She meets my gaze and silently dares me to watch her as she cups the bulge in my boxers. She presses a reverent kiss on the cotton, and then her tongue starts to stroke me through it. A shiver goes down my spine.
Aster breaks eye contact to pull my boxers off. Then she holds my gaze again as she wraps her fingers around my cock. I watch her as she strokes my cock and starts licking the tip. My hands clench into fists. Hisses leave my lips.
When she takes my cock inside that wonderfully warm mouth of hers, I have an urge to shove it down her throat as I grip her hair. Instead, I keep myself still and watch her as she moves her head back and forth. The friction sends heat to my balls. When Aster holds them, ripples of excitement travel beneath my skin.