Page 92 of Nanny for the SEAL

“I love you, Ivy. I’ve got you.”

She moans happily, and I move my lips to her nipple as I caress the other breast. I suck on the pert bud, and Ivy hisses.

“Oh, they’re so sensitive.”

Smiling against her skin, I fight the usual instinct to use that to my advantage. “I’ll be gentle this time.”

This is about making Ivy feel loved. We’ll save the wild sex for a little later.

I take my time with her, ensuring I’ve warmed her up before I crawl back up Ivy’s body and position myself at her seam. She’s warm and wet, and I know that Ivy is as locked into the moment as I am when I hear her suck in a desperate breath.

“Please, Xaden. I need to feel you. I need to be here. Now.”

“I’m here, baby. Just think about this.” I sheathe myself inside her, and the world disappears.

It’s like this every time I’m with Ivy, but this is even more. Life is chaotic and very painful on occasion. Being here with her, feeling connected to the woman who’s carrying my child and who brought me out of a pervasive depression, all of that falls away.

We ride the waves of it together, giving and taking, as I rock my hips back and forth. My erection glides in and out of her, stirring her nerves and making her grip me.

Every move is deliberate and heartfelt. I give myself entirely to my union with Ivy. And it’s not just the physical bliss, I allow myself to feel that love I have for her—to not be afraid.

It’s the best I’ve felt in a long,longtime.

THIRTY-TWO

Ivy

“Are you sure your friend is okay with doing this? I mean, doesn’t he want to come too?”

My nerves are getting the best of me, and I look myself over in the mirror for the umpteenth time. Xaden is perched on the edge of the bed; he’s been ready for at least fifteen minutes.

“Hudson is doing me a solid. We talked about it. He knows that we need this night out, and so do Bridget and Mason.”

I nod. Well, sort of. My head tips side to side as I consider changing again.

“I mean, yeah, but this ishissister we’re going out with.”

“Who he owes a big favor to because she and Mason watched his son Juniper recently.” Xaden stands up, coming up behind me and stilling my fussing by wrapping his arms around me. “You’re stalling.”

I scoff, not truly offended, and blow a breath out through my nose as I frown. “I am not.”

“Umm, dad of a four-year-old you’re talking to. I know stalling when I see it.”

Turning around in his arms, I glare, swatting him off me. “Shoo. I’ve had enough of you.”

Xaden just laughs, stepping back to give me my space but not leaving the conversation.

“Untrue. You’ll never get enough of me. And you need to stop worrying. You look amazing. As always.”

“I do not!” I spin again, still feeling sorry for myself and feeling off. “I look all bloated and frumpy.”

I know the frumpy part is my fault. I’m not showing yet. It’s way too early for that. But the bloating thing is real, and I’ve taken to wearing less than “trendy” outfits.

“I don’t know why you changed from the black dress. It was perfect.”

Eyeing Xaden in the mirror, I squint at him. “You’re only saying that because my boobs were falling out.”

“So?”

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