Page 40 of Stolen Hearts

Warm lamplight spilled over her, highlighting her tousled hair and making her eyes gleam.

Using a knife, he managed to work the cork out of the bottle. It gave a softpopthat made both of them freeze, listening for Navy to stir. When no sound followed, he carried the wine back and held it out to Rhae.

She looked between him and the wine. “Am I supposed to drink straight from the bottle?”

He gave a slow nod.

Slowly, she brought it to her lips and took a test sip. Before she could fully swallow it, he kissed her. Hard.

She gulped down the wine, trying not to laugh, and looped one hand around his neck to keep kissing him back.

They broke apart, and he took a chomp out of the drumstick she was holding, which coaxed another laugh from her.

“Are you trying to seduce me with a floor picnic?”

“Is it working?”

She took another sip before nodding. Her eyes aglow.

Gone was the worry—the fear—he’d seen in their depths after she heard Willow had added her to the website.

He took the drumstick out of her hand and set to work finishing it off. A giggle burst out of her, and she slapped her hand over her mouth to silence it, her gaze darting to the open bedroom door.

“If you wake her up, you’re rocking her back to sleep!” she hissed.

“If it means getting you underneath me again, I’ll do everything in my power to get her to sleep quick.”

And just like that, the lightness between them thickened with heat.

Rhae’s lips parted. Her cheeks flushed.

She didn’t wait—she just climbed into his lap and kissed him. He dropped the chicken back into the box and swiped his greasy fingers on his jeans before planting his hand over her spine, drawing her against him as their mouths melded.

He groaned into her mouth, his cock already hard under her sweet ass in his lap. Aching to be inside the place he dreamed about all of these months apart.

She threw herself into the kiss, growing wilder by the second, tasting of wine and lust.

“I can’t get enough of your mouth,” he growled as he plundered her.

Her breath grew ragged. Her hips rolled against his rock-hard cock.

Tearing his mouth away, he went for her neck, skating his lips to the sensitive spot he knew would make her writhe. “I should have brought whipped cream.”

She giggled. “Next time.”

He ran his hand under the shirt she wore—his shirt—skimming over her bare spine.

Her skin was hot and silky, her breath catching as he dragged his fingers along each vertebra. She shivered, hips pressing down on him with clear intent.

“God, Rhae.” He kissed the curve where her neck met her shoulder. “You keep doing that and I’m not gonna last long.”

“That’s the idea,” she whispered, lips teasing along his jaw.

She shifted in his lap, tugging the shirt up and off without ceremony and tossing it away. The low light brushed over her skin like a lover’s touch. Every part of her was soft, strong, real—her body, her curves, the slight dip at her waist, the swell of her breasts. All of it his to memorize again and again.

And now that he knew she’d carried his child, he understood the light pink marks that streaked her abdomen.

He stretched his fingers over the marks and delved deep into her eyes. “I wish I could have seen you carrying our child.”

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