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“Forever.” Placing a kiss on the hollow of my neck, he glances up at me. “I want you to repeat it to me forever.”

“That’s an awfully long time.”

“I don’t know about that. To me, it doesn’t seem like long enough.”

Letting out a soft breath, I press my forehead against his. “I love you, Blake Walker.”

“I love you too.” He tilts his head to the side, his mouth brushing against mine. “And when the kids go to bed, I’ll show you just how much.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

BLAKE

“Why did I think this was a good idea?” Savannah mutters as I hold the door open for Levi to get out.

“Is Gage here yet?”

“I think so, buddy. Go and look for him.”

Levi doesn’t need to be told twice before he runs toward the house, Daniel at his heels. I walk around the car to find Savannah tugging at the hem of her dress.

“What’s wrong?”

“This stupid dress. I look like a whale.” Savannah mutters as she once again pulls the stretchy material down. “I should go back ho?—”

“Stop this,” I mutter as my hand lands on her hip before she can slip back into the car. I pull her to me, my finger slipping under her chin and tilting her head back. “You look sexy as hell, Blondie.”

Leaning down, I press my mouth against hers in a long kiss.

I wasn’t even joking. My dick got so hard when I saw her coming down the stairs in that dress, it was embarrassing. The soft wool material hugged her every curve, accentuating herbump. Savannah was always gorgeous, but there was something extra sexy and almost primal about seeing her pregnant with my baby like this. I couldn’t get enough of her.

“You should go inside.” She starts to turn around. “I’ll just drive back home for a few minutes?—”

Closing the door, I pull her toward me, her back to my chest as my hand slides to her huge belly. And if it’s to be believed by the way her lips part and her cheeks turn a rosy color, she doesn’t miss the massive bulge inside my pants that’s pressing into her ass.

“Does this seem like I don’t find you sexy?” I brush a lock of hair behind her ear and spin her to face me. “Because if you need more reassurance, we could go hide in the barn or something, and I could show you just what I think of that dress.” I wiggle my brows suggestively.

She presses her palm against my chest and pushes me back. Or at least she tries to. “You’re crazy, you do realize that?”

“Crazy about you, most likely.” Leaning down, I press my lips against the hollow of her neck.

Savannah sucks in a sharp breath, her fingers digging into my shirt at the gentle touch. She’s been extra sensitive lately, and I couldn’t help myself but tease her every chance I got. I loved seeing her react to the smallest of touches.

“B-Blake, we shouldn’t?—”

“Yo, you two coming inside, or do you plan to play nookie out there the whole day?” Miguel yells loudly.

Groaning, I press my forehead against her shoulder and inhale deeply, letting her sweet scent fill my lungs.

Savannah chuckles, her hand rubbing over my back. “You sound like you’re being tortured.”

“That’s because I am.” I straighten to my full height. “One day, Blondie. One day it’ll be just you and me, and nobody will stop me from doing some very dirty things to you.”

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, and there is no mistaking the effect my words have on her.

The corner of my mouth tilts upward as I intertwine my fingers with hers and pull her toward the house. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

“And here I thought you’d ditch us.” Miguel smirks knowingly when we climb onto the porch. Jackson is leaning against his chest, his big eyes taking everything in as he sucks on his pacifier.

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