“I’m sorry,” I whisper again, feeling it’s worth repeating.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he says. “I should be the one apologizing. I’m so sorry. I should’ve told you right away—”
Now it’s my turn to steal his words. My lips find his in a gentle kiss. “You’re forgiven,” I whisper, my lips brushing his again.
Two words. As simple as that.
Tyson cocks his head to the side as though he can’t believe I forgave him so easily. His eyes are pinning me to the bed, and the disbelief on his face quickly transforms into a look of determination. “Now can I tell you what happened with Brit?”
I nod and listen patiently as he tells me everything that happened from the moment he heard her voice to the end of their coffee meeting. I’m confident he doesn’t leave anything out. Not only does he tell me word for word what they talked about, but he also tells me what was running through his head the whole time. It nearly breaks my heart to hear how worried he was about me—about how I’d react and the stress it would put on both me and our baby.
With each word he says, guilt over our argument grows. By the time he’s done talking, I’m nothing but a big ball of emotions. Here I was so pissed off, and the whole time he was thinking about me.
I open my mouth to apologize again, but Tyson presses a finger against my lips to stop me from speaking. Then he uses the thumb of his other hand to wipe away my tears. “If you’re going to apologize again, I don’t want to hear it. I know you’re sorry, and I forgive you. We’re not going to let this have any more control over us than it already has. Do I make myself clear?”
I nod, nipping at the pad of his finger. His authoritative tone seems to have created a bit of a fire in the pit of my stomach.
“Can I tell you I love you?” I ask, leaning in for a kiss. It’s brief, but when I pull back, I suck his bottom lip into my mouth.
“You can tell me that as much and as often as you want. As long as touching is involved,” he adds, snagging the bottom of my shirt and tugging it up just enough to get his hands on my belly.
His big, warm hands rub gentle circles over our baby, and I soak in every second of it because I didn’t get this with Max. Scooting down on the bed, Tyson kisses my belly several times. “Couples fight all the time. This hasn’t been our first fight, and it sure as hell won’t be our last. But the important thing is that we talk through it.”
“That works”—I give Tyson a cheeky smile—“because I love talking.”
“See,” he says, looking up with a beautiful smile. “That was easy, wasn’t it? Do you know what we get to do now?” he asks, his eyes full of mischief.
He lifts my shirt over my breasts and sucks one of my nipples into his hot mouth. “Oh, fuck,” I say, moaning at the way he swirls his tongue.
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he mumbles, his lips brushing against my skin.
I pull my shirt off as fast as I can. “I can’t remember the last time we had make-up sex.”
Tyson releases my nipple with a pop, and then he sits up and quickly pulls off both my shorts and underwear. “Then I guess we’re overdue.”
“Well, what the hell are you wai—ahhh—” Tyson’s mouth descends on my clit, robbing me of all thought and sound. His tongue presses down and then he sucks the sensitive bud into his mouth, causing my hips to nearly buck off the bed.
“Easy, baby,” he mumbles, looping his arms under my legs so he can hold them down. My body coils tight with each nip and suck, and when he slides a thick finger inside of me, my eyes roll back and I push my head into the pillow.
“Oh, God,” I say, moaning. “Please don’t stop.”
A low growl rumbles from Tyson, sending tiny vibrations through my body. His tongue and fingers work in perfect rhythm, and I dig my heels into the bed as tiny sparks of pleasure ignite in my belly.
Right when I’m ready to explode, Tyson stops.
“No.” Pushing up on my elbows, I shake my head. “What are you—?”
Tyson slants his mouth over mine, stealing my words. I realize now that that’s his way of shutting me up, but right now I don’t care. His throbbing cock is poised at my entrance, and it’s the best damn feeling in the world.
Pulling back, Tyson trails his lips along my jaw and then he kisses the sensitive spot just below my ear. “I want to be buried deep inside this sexy little body when you let go,” he whisp
ers. In one beautiful motion, he slides inside of me.
Home.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I pull him in close. His muscles flex with each deep thrust, and I revel in the way his body feels against mine.
“You feel so fucking good.” Tyson’s hot breath fans the side of my face, and then he fuses our mouths together for a searing kiss. Our tongues push and pull in rhythm with our bodies, the sound of skin slapping skin and rough grunts so incredibly erotic that it sends me right back to the edge.