Page 60 of Baby Maker

Keegan grabs my dress, pulling it over my head, before turning his focus to my lingerie. Fancy or no, he is not in the mood to see it anywhere but on the floor.

I can't let him have all the fun, and within a minute, his naked form covers me, his erection pressing against me. He teases me with kisses, nuzzling my nose, my jaw, and basically driving my need to its breaking point.

Tilting my hips up, I beg without words for him to quench the fire. Keegan holds my gaze, his eyes sparkling. "Say it again."

I frame his face with my hands, feeling the emotions I have for him wash over us both. "I adore you, Keegan Russo. Make love to me. Show me you feel the same way."

In the next instant, he buries himself inside me, his mouth possessing mine. But his movements are slow, torturous, and oh so delicious. He rocks himself into me, and I lose myself to the moment. Lose myself to this man who brought me back to life.

My climax builds with each thrust, but I see it in Keegan's face. He's not rushing this journey. He's taking his time, dragging out every sensual moment. I gasp at the rising feeling, unable to hold back, my nails scratching along his back.

His movements increase as he grabs my hips. Each thrust deeper. Filling me. Claiming me. Then another wave hits, and I bite my lip, whimpering as everything turns white. All I feel is him.

Me.

Us.

Together.

When I can think again, I open my eyes, meeting his sapphire gaze. "That was perfect."

"Like I said, you're perfect, Calli. I love you more than life itself."

I fall asleep to the gentle rhythm of his breathing, knowing I'll be happy spending the rest of my life right here, by his side.

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I feellike I'm floating as I prepare breakfast the next morning, still basking in the glow from the night before.

What a freeing feeling, letting Keegan know everything in my heart. Seeing that emotion shine back at me.

And the sex? Dear God in heaven, it was next level incredible. Nothing between us but our love.

My hand stills, releasing the spoon into the coffee mug.

We didn't use anything. I'm ovulating, and we didn't use anything. I give the knowledge time to settle over me, but I can't erase the smile spreading over my features.

After the hotel, we were careful. Every time. Did it feel good? Absolutely. Did it feel like last night? No way in hell.

Last night was incomparable. I've never felt that wash of emotions before.

Until now.

My phone pings, and I grab it, unable to wipe the smile from my face. It's likely Simon sending me a photo of Domino, as reassurance that she's still as fat and sassy as ever.

It is a photo. Several, in fact.

But it isn't Domino.

Instead, it's a memory slideshow compiled from my phone's photo albums, from a date five years earlier. To most, it's a sweet reminder. To me, it's a punch in the gut.

A mocking reminder of what I lost. The timing is impeccably diabolical, as the glow from my night with Keegan is smothered by this inescapable shroud of guilt.

I can't breathe as I stare at the cover photo.

Do I press play?

Damn right I do.

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