Page 58 of Steamy Dreamy Hearts

“I know.” I stroked my hand over his shoulder. “But soon?”

Sean glanced back at Erin on the swings, then at me. “Soon,” he vowed, then lowered his voice to a rough whisper. “I plan to fuck you hard and long, kiss every damn part of you, suck you until you come deep in my throat, then hold you tight and make you mine.”

My insides became a gooey mess. “You better.” I arched closer to him, my cock thickening.

“Watch me!” Erin called.

We tore our gazes off each other, smiling her way.

He exhaled, leaning back on his elbows. “I’m a massive idiot, and I feel so damn grateful to have this chance with you. And here? Sitting near you? I feel like the luckiest guy in the wholeuniverse. If I wasn’t trying to keep it together and be manly, I would cry from happiness.”

I reached for him, grasping his shoulders.

“Say it again.”

“What part?” Sean smiled, his eyes crinkling in the corners. “That I want to make love to you? Be with you? Or how happy you make me? ’Cause you do make me happy, Caleb. How could you not?”

“Oh God.” I drew a steadying breath. “Thank you.”

He laughed. “You’re welcome.”

“You make me happy, too, Sean. How could you not?”

“A million reasons. You could do so much better. I have baggage and all.” He shook his head. “But I promise I won’t mess this up. Or if I do, I’ll talk to you about it. I’ll let you in. I’ll fix it. I’m taking you with me every step.”

“Every step,” I repeated. “And I want that. I want to be with Erin, that sweet little girl. And with your mom. And with you.

“I…” Sean’s gaze moved over my face. “You’re so?—”

“I’m jumping off,” Erin shouted, startling us.

“Be careful,” Sean replied, his voice slightly hoarse, though he was still staring at me.

“I will!”

“Fuck,” Sean mumbled. “I want to kiss you—but I can’t right now.”

“I understand.”

He gave my fingers a small caress and let my hand go. “Can I see you tomorrow?” Sean asked.

I nodded, my smile bright, if wobbly. “I’d like that.”

“Me, too. I want to see you tomorrow…and tomorrow…and tomorrow. There will never be enough of them.”

“Hell. That’s better than any love song,” I teased him again, and he blushed.

We parted, and I wiped my eyes a little, but my heart was singing.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

SMACK

I wasn’t even sure how I drove home from the picnic. I was on autopilot in the car; all I thought of was Erin, swinging away, her blue eyes happy. My baby girl. And Caleb, right there with us. The entire moment was so perfect—not to mention the massive relief that Caleb had agreed to go with us. That he had gazed at me with longing and offered his trust in me not to fuck it all up. He was just the most generous, amazing man… I grinned, happy for so many reasons. Fucking blessed.

At home, Erin was tired and whiny. She would feel better after her bath. I hummed as I filled the tub. My brain was already planning a fun outing for next time. I couldn’t help myself. Caleb came into my life and changed everything.

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