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Leo’s smile was slow, while my heart kept on beating hard and fast and true. “I planned to ask you to marry me, I just didn’t know when. I don’t have a ring yet.”

I giggled. “We haven’t done anything in the right order, so it makes sense you don’t have a ring yet.”

“We’re gonna fake it true,” he teased and I giggled again.

He tugged me into his lap. We tumbled into kisses that were slow and teasing. Leo kindled the fire burning inside with every stroke of his tongue and brush of his lips.

I felt as if I were falling. We stumbled into the bedroom. By the time we were close to naked, and I was straddling him, it felt as if a storm were rushing through me—that familiar sense of need and want tangling within the intimacy I experienced with him.

“Casey, look at me, sweetheart,” he rasped.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, my heart pounding fast and true. He palmed my cheek. I felt his crown at my entrance just before he said, “I love you.”

He filled me in a slow thrust upward as I sank down over him, sheathing him in the very core of me. I could barely speak as I whispered, “I love you too.”

I was spun with him into the center of the fire that burned hot and fast and always overtook me. When I came through in the aftermath of a body-shaking climax, I felt washed clean. The way the air felt after a storm—a startling contrast of crisp freshness, as if everything was starting anew.

I breathed in his scent, musky with a hint of woodsy, and felt my lips curling into a smile. Simply being with him like this made my body, heart, and soul smile.

Leo sifted his fingers through my hair and I felt the rumble of his voice when he rasped my name. “Casey?”

“Yeah?”

Chapter Forty-One

LEO

Casey was soft and warm where she rested against me. I could feel her heartbeat pounding along with mine. I felt one last gust of her breath across my collarbone before she lifted her head from where it was tucked against my shoulder.

“Yeah?” she repeated.

My lips tugged into a smile. “I don’t remember what I was gonna say,” I said honestly.

She giggled and the sound curled around my heart. Her gaze sobered and she bit her lip. “Was I loud? I hope I didn’t wake Dora up.”

I bit back another laugh. “I doubt it. It’s usually only the first few minutes after she falls asleep that I have to worry about her waking up.”

The reality of being a father slammed into my chest, as it was wont to do every so often.

“What is it?” Casey pressed.

“Every so often, I realize I’m a dad and that I know Dora well enough now to know something like that.” I shook my head in wonder. “It’s a little crazy.”

Casey’s smile was slow and warm. She lifted her hand, trailing her thumb along the stubbled edge of my jaw. “You’re a really good dad and I’m glad Dora is with you.”

The following morning when I woke up with Casey curled up beside me, my heart felt full. I wanted to linger in bed with her. I wanted to tug her into the shower with me and tease her to another climax.

Alas, that wasn’t to be and I knew it. Dora was an early riser and more energetic than the average adult, and specifically me. I gave myself a few minutes of bliss to rest with Casey and pressed a lingering kiss on the side of her neck before I forced myself out of bed. Casey was already awake as well and got up with me.

When she stood there with one of my T-shirts hanging down around her thighs and her hair tousled around her shoulders, it was all I could do not to drag her back into bed. “Do I have time for a quick shower?” she asked.

I whisked my gaze toward the clock beside the bed. “We’ve got a few minutes.”

Casey’s eyes widened. “Let’s go for it!” She dashed into the bathroom.

Roughly ten minutes later, we were toweling off, and I grinned over at her. “If Dora’s awake, I’m blaming that on you,” I teased her.

We could’ve showered in five minutes, except when I couldn’t will my arousal away, Casey curled her palm around my length.

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