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"So what happens now?" I ask.
"Now," he says, pulling me closer, "we figure it out together. All of us."
And as he kisses me again, with the darkness of the night surrounding us, bathed by the soft light in the bedroom, I know that we will. Whatever challenges come our way, whatever obstacles we have to face, we'll handle them together. This man who runs into burning buildings for a living has become my safe harbor, and I'm ready to trust him with my heart—and my daughter's.
For the first time since Nathan died, I'm not just surviving. I'm living. And it feels incredible.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
GUNNER
When I wake up in the morning, Amy and I are entwined together like we've been sleeping together for decades. I clear my throat and groan deeply, aware of how relaxed I am compared to how I've been the last year or so. I needed this more than I thought I did. Dropping my lips to her forehead, I place a soft kiss there, and wait for her to wake up.
It doesn't take long when I start running my hands up and down her back. She melts into my side and grinds her pussy into my thigh.
“You keep doing that and we won't be getting out of bed any time soon." My voice is guttural, and full of need. I never thought I would need anyone as much as I need this woman.
"Who says I want to?" She quips.
And that's all I need to pull her lips to mine, and run a hand down her stomach, burying it between her thighs. "Goddamn, you're already wet."
She makes a noise in the back of her throat. "I think I'm always going to be wet for you."
Those words make me want to beat on my chest, promise her I'll never leave her wanting more, and ask her to marry me all inthe same breath. I know it's too soon for any of that, so I keep my mouth on hers and my fingers buried deep in her pussy, until I replace them with my condom-covered cock. "Are you ready for me?"
Her fingers wrap around my forearm and hold on tight. "I'm ready…"
Then I sink into her, and I wonder how I lived my entire life before meeting her without knowing how this feels.
"You have to come in," she says to me as I come to a stop in front of the house. "Rosa won't forgive you if you don't come in and say hi to her."
"Hell, I don't think I'd forgive myself."
I cut the engine and follow Amy up the front steps of the little blue house. The late-morning sun catches the highlights in her hair, and I have to resist the urge to reach out and touch those silky strands again. Everything about last night feels like a dream – the way she responded to my touch, the sounds she made, how perfectly she fit against me when we finally fell asleep.
Amy fumbles with her keys for a moment, and I notice her hands are shaking slightly. Nerves, maybe? This is a big step, bringing me into her home where her daughter is. I understand the weight of it, and it makes my chest tight with something I can't quite name.
"Rosa?" Amy calls out as we step inside. "Mommy's home!"
The house smells like coffee and something sweet – cinnamon, maybe. It's warm and lived-in, with Rosa's artwork covering the refrigerator and small shoes scattered by the front door.
"Mommy!" A small voice calls from somewhere deeper in the house, followed by the sound of bare feet running across hardwood floors.
Rosa appears in the doorway to what I assume is the living room, still wearing purple pajamas with unicorns on them. Her dark hair is messy from sleep, sticking up in several directions. She launches herself at Amy, wrapping her arms around her mother's waist.
"I missed you," Rosa mumbles into Amy's shirt.
"I missed you too, baby." Amy smooths down her daughter's hair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Rosa, were you good for Eve last night?"
She nods, but doesn't say anything. Her gaze is on me with a lot of questions in those brown eyes of hers..
I crouch down to her level, making myself less intimidating. "Hey girlie. Thanks for letting your mom come hang out with me yesterday."
She considers this for a moment, then whispers something to Amy that I can't quite catch.
Amy chuckles. "She wants to know if you're hungry."
"Actually, I'm starving," I admit, and it's true. We never did get around to eating a real meal besides carnival food yesterday. "Think we could make some breakfast?"
