“I’m sorry,” Alex said.
It was the last thing she had expected to hear. Jamie stared at him. “You’re sorry?”
He nodded, reaching out to brush his fingertips against the curve of her cheekbone. “I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you about the paternity test. I was sure that I knew what would be best, but you’re right. If I don’t take one and stop her, she’s just going to keep coming at us until something gives.”
“Not that I’m complaining,” Jamie said, finally turning her face into the touch, “but what changed your mind?”
“Mark, actually,” he admitted. “He kind of took me aside and told me what was what. He also said that…” Alex paused. “He walked in on you this morning after you’d just finished crying?”
Of course Mark had told Alex that. Jamie sighed. “He kind of did, yeah.”
Alex lay down then, wrapping himself around her and pulling her close. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her hair. “I should have listened to you.”
Jamie wrapped her arms around him in return. “I forgive you.”
Taking that as an opening for a more physical apology, Alex leaned down and kissed her, slow and sweet. Jamie wrapped an arm around him and drew him in closer. When she pulled back to breathe, he chased her mouth and kissed her again.
“I want you,” he growled when they separated. “Let me make it up to you.”
“What if the twins wake up?”
He smiled. “Well, then, I guess we’ll both be sexually frustrated. But for now…” He rolled over so that his weight rested against hers. “I don’t hear any noise coming from anywhere that isn’t right here with us, do you?”
Jamie listened, but the baby monitor, still glowing with a steady green light, was silent. She gave in and pressed up against his body, dragging him down for another kiss, and then another. “Make it up to me, then,” she said when they’d pulled back enough to both breathe.
Alex laughed, and threw the blankets back.
Underneath, Jamie was wearing simple black lingerie. She hadn’t really expected to get Alex back from the tournament so eager, or she would have worn something nicer. He didn’t seem to have any objection to it, though, his hands sliding over her skin, tracing the lines of hem and waistband.
“You look good in this,” he said.
“You think I look good in anything,” Jamie answered with a smile. “I could wear a trash bag and you’d say the same thing.”
“Hmm,” he agreed. “True. Guess that means you must be really hot.”
Jamie laughed. “I think maybe your measurements are off a little there, but I’m not going to complain.
“While we’re on the subject of measurements,” Alex said, sliding down her body. “I think yours are perfect.”
He curled his fingers around her left ankle, then bent and pressed his lips to it, slowly working his way up her leg with his lips and teeth. Jamie shivered, heat and desire waking a fire in her belly. When he reached the apex of her thigh, he moved down again, and she growled at him.
He chuckled, and moved a little faster. “Not planning on begging tonight, baby?”
“Not if this is apology sex,” Jamie answered, leaning up on one elbow to look down at him between her thighs and thoroughly enjoying the view. “Apology sex means you do what I want.”
“Is that so?” Alex dropped his mouth to where she wanted it most, kissing her through the thin fabric of her panties, his breath warm against her skin. “Is this what you want?”
“I want my underwear off,” Jamie said, already reaching up to unfasten her bra and throw it off the bed.
Alex, still humoring her requests, pulled the underwear down her legs and tossed them aside. His big, warm hands slid back up from her ankles to her thighs, and gently pushed them open wider so that he could get the breadth of his shoulders between them.
“Damn, I’ve missed doing this,” he said when he was flat on the bed, his arms curled under her legs so that his hands could hold her by the hips. “Missed tasting you.”
Jamie tangled a hand in his hair and tugged him a little closer. “Get on with it, then,” she said, not quite managing to keep the smile from her voice.
So bossy,” he said, and then he wasn’t saying anything at all because his mouth was on her, and Jamie was pressing a hand to her own mouth to keep from making any kind of noise that might wake the twins.
Alex took his time about it, his tongue lapping at her clit with long, slow strokes. Jamie clutched at the sheets for something to hold onto, and her toes curled against his back. One of his fingers slid into her, then two, knowing exactly where to stroke to send pleasure arcing up her spine like fireworks. He sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it, and pleasure exploded through her, carrying her over the edge in a wash of heat.