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“You’re running out of room,” I whisper, the words a flimsy shield against the rush of emotions breaking loose inside me.
A flicker of a smile plays on his lips. “Now that I have you back… I won’t need to add more butterflies.”
I lift my gaze to meet his, my heart pounding hard enough I’m sure he feels it.
“Besides, I still have my entire back.”
He leans in until the warmth of his breath ghosts across my lips.
“I’m saving that space for our kids.”
Everything inside me stills. Not with fear or uncertainty.
But with love so consuming, it breaks me open.
Our kids, our future, a life together.
I surge up before I can think, straddling him in one fluid motion, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of his hips. My hands cradle his face, palms cupping the heat of his cheeks, thumbs brushing the sharp lines of his jaw.
His eyes lock on mine. Wide. Shining. His chest rises too fast, like he can’t keep up with his breath.
His hands find my hips. Tight. Unmoving. Like he’s anchoring himself. Or maybe bracing.
I don’t say a word. I don’t need to. Everything I am is already in my touch.
His gaze drops to my mouth like it hurts to look, and his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He watches me like he’s afraid to move, like I might vanish if he blinks.
And then I kiss him.
Hard.
Not soft and searching, but like I need his mouth to quiet the chaos he’s ignited inside me.
He groans into the kiss, his hands fly to my waist, pulling me down harder against him. His lips move with mine, hot and open and desperate, no restraint, no control, just years of longing unleashed in a flood.
I thread my fingers through his hair and pull gently, angling his mouth beneath mine. I deepen the kiss, sliding my tongue against his with a hunger that borders on reckless. He moans, the sound going straight through me, pure fire, and I chase it with another kiss, wetter this time, messier.
Our mouths clash and slide, breathless, ravenous. My hips roll against him, seeking friction, and when his hard cock is beneath me, a needy moan tears from my throat.
And he’s as gone as I am.
His hands move, one pressing to the small of my back, the other sliding up my spine, steadying, guiding, grounding. But nothing about this is grounded.
I’m in freefall. And I don’t want to stop.
Chapter Sixty-Two
Luca
Our mouths melt together, our tongues dancing. Nothing so tame as a waltz or a foxtrot. It’s more explosive than that, like a tango under a canopy of fireworks.
My fingers dig into Isa’s nightshirt at her waist as she deepens the kiss.
The need to touch her naked skin is becoming unbearable. I want this fucking tease of fabric gone. I want her bare beneath me. To taste her. To lick every inch of her until she’s trembling.
My cock throbs beneath her, begging to be freed and thrust deep into her.
She drags her mouth down one side of my throat, then up the other, before taking my bottom lip between her teeth and sucking until I groan.
