Page 4 of Baby Me

“No. It feels right. It feels like I should have done this a long timeago.”

My vision blurred. Everything he was saying sounded perfect, except I didn’t want to give in. After the loss of our baby, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that part of our life — the one that could potentially give us anotherlife.

“Let me kiss you, Kate. Let me kiss yourneck.”

His lips touched my skin at the nook between my shoulder and my ear, and Ishivered.

“Let me kiss yourlips.”

He skimmed over my mouth, and I blindly followed for more as he moved his head lower to my othershoulder.

“Let me kiss you everywhere I’ve been wanting to since the last time I had my mouth onyou.”

Oh,boy!

The water was no longer enough to distract me. The heat radiating from between my legs wasagonizing.

“I’ve missed touching you. I’ve missed kissing you, and most of all, I’ve missed being inside you, and I promise you that by the end of the night I will ease that need I can feel dripping down yourthigh.”

That’s when I noticed that his hand was down there, ever so close to all that pent-up desire I had for this man. He hadn’t even gone down on his knees, and I felt my ass tense at the thought of what would happen if hedid.

He leaned in closer to me, his naked chest against my bare breasts and hard nipples. It was almost too painful to touchhim.

“I want to hear you scream my name when I suck on you. I want to hear the moans of pleasure echo through the woods when that orgasm leaves yourbody.”

His other hand weaved down my bare arm on the left side, then slid between us until he reached my belly. He then lowered it to my sex and guided his fingers in between my folds. I let out a high-pitched gasp of surprise at how tender his touch feltthere.

“Relax, Kate. Before the end of the night, I promise you that you will feel like a newborn. No, wait – you’re going to feel like you want to live again. I promise to give you the hope you so desperatelyneed.”

I looked at him from underneath my hooded eyelids, half-dazed, horny, high on hormones, and oh so confused. I wanted him like I’d never wanted a man before, but something stopped me. So much had been taken from me — from us — I wasn’t sure that I wanted it all back just yet because I was afraid it would all be ripped from meagain.

“You’ll come out of this stronger than ever. I truly believe in that, Kate. Do you hear me? We will be fine. Aaron Cortez will never hurt youagain.”

I did believe him. I believed every word he said. He was the only man that I trusted now. He might have broken that trust once when he’d pretended to be a priest, but I knew that he would never hurt me like thatagain.

“But my heart. It hurts.” I lowered my hand to my stomach that was supposed to have a bump. Water dripped off my lashes and down my face. He lifted his hand and skimmed his thumb over my tremblinglip.

“That’s why you’ve got me. Let me help you heal. Let me be that rock foryou.”

“What aboutyou?”

“What aboutme?”

“Will you ever forgiveyourself?”

“Today is all about you,sweetheart.”

He was evading my question and he knew it. He was trying to change the subject, and I worried that it would be a long time before Cameron trusted the world again. It would be a long time before he truly believed in life and love. I would have to be there for him, then. I would have to step in and take care of him the way he had taken care of me. When you’d been stripped of love and when you knew that your love could be snatched from you at any moment, it was easy to no longer believe in it. It was easier to pretend that love was some figment of the imagination or a good romance novel. But it wasn’t like that with me and Cameron. Love for us had been real from the first moment I’d picked him up at abar.

He reached for a sponge, soaped it up, and proceeded to wash all the exposed parts of my body. It took only a few seconds for me to get lost to his touch. I parted my legs, hoping he’d venture lower, to where my need was almost burning. He took his time washing me, stroking the sensitive parts, rubbing over my mound. He drew the sponge underneath my breasts and over their swell, around my shoulders, and across my back. It felt so good, yet it wasn’tenough.

“Tonight,” he whispered in my ear. “When these casts come off, you’re mine, Kate. I won’t have it any otherway.”

I nodded, wishing that it could all happen now. I wished he could find that spot and rub it over and over again, so that I could feel the relief. Instead, he set the sponge aside and rinsed my body with theshowerhead.

But he was right. If this was going to happen, I wanted to enjoy him with my whole body. The casts were coming off today, and I couldn’t be happier. Maybe I could finally socialize a little. Not that I entirely wanted to, but I no longer wanted to be confined to the house. I wanted to go outside to pick mushrooms, to walk around barefoot across the grass, dampening my feet with the morning dew. I was ready to get back to life, or get back to as much of it aspossible.

A sudden image of a dark shadow behind trees flashed in my mind and I froze. “Cameron? Can you do me a favor when you go to towntoday?”

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