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She’s adorably pitiful looking up at me. “Gavin?”
“Yes, Princess?”
“Please don’t be mad at me anymore.”
And with that, she breaks me. My chest splits open leaving my heart for her to steal.
Too late—she’s already stolen it.
Cupping her face in my hands, I wipe more tears off her cheeks with my thumbs. “I told you, I’m not mad at you.”
“But you are, and I need you, Gav. I miss you so much.” Her nose wrinkles and more warm tears float down her face. “I have a Gavin-shaped hole.”
I try to hold back a little longer… and fail. A smile splits my cheeks, and I drop my head back with a groan. “You’re killing me, Princess.”
She leans closer, and her warm lips press against my throat. “You said you’d be there if I needed you, and I need you now.”
Her lashes are damp, but she’s not crying anymore. She’s reaching higher, pulling my neck down to her. It’s no use, I’m gone for this girl.
Our mouths seal, and our lips part. Our tongues slide together, and she rises onto her knees. Her hands move into my hair, and our kisses turn hungry.
It’s been too long, and I want her too much.
I briefly squeeze her ass before sliding my hands higher to the hem of her shirt, under it to the clasp of her bra. Unfastening it, I slide my hands around to lift and knead her breasts as her kisses move along my forehead, down to my ear.
Her soft sighs register straight to my cock, which is hard and aching for her.
“Princess,” I groan as her soft lips trace a line along my temple.
“Love me, Gav.”
With a groan, I move her off my lap briefly so I can stand. Then I lift her into my arms like Cinderella, carrying her down the hall to my bedroom. I toss her onto the bed as I close my door and turn the lock.
She sits up, her blue eyes dark as she pulls the thin T-shirt over her head and drops her unfastened bra to the floor. She’s a fucking goddess on her knees topless in the middle of my bed with her dark curls falling around her shoulders.
Her perfect breasts are fuller, nipples tight, and my mouth waters at the sight of them. I can’t wait to get my hands on her body, but first…
Crossing the room, I hold her face, tilting her head so I can kiss her like I’ve been wanting to do for a week. She holds my wrists, exhaling a whimper as she does her best to keep up with my hungry bites, my desperate pulls, my tongue invading, claiming.
I take a moment to remove my blazer, tossing it onto the chair. Then I reach behind my head to pull the black T-shirt off my body. Her teeth bite down on her bottom lip at the sight of my bare chest, and it’s the sexiest thing she’s done all night.
My inner cave-man comes alive.Mine.
She’s as tempting as the first night she saw me naked, the night I put our baby inside her, and I walk over, lowering to my knees. I’ve been wanting to do this for weeks.
My hands are large enough to span her midsection, and I pull her stomach to my face. It’s still flat and tight from years of toning, preparing for pageants and staying in shape, but I know what’s hidden inside.
I press my forehead against the top of her ribcage, gazing down to where our little avocado is growing.
“I love you,” I whisper, kissing her belly, right beside her navel.
“Gavin…” It’s a soft whisper, and she threads her fingers in my hair.
Turning my head, I place my cheek against her skin, my palm over her stomach, and I close my eyes, thinking of what’s coming, not wanting to miss a thing.
She bends forward to kiss my ear, and I straighten, meeting her beautiful eyes. Fuck, I can’t say I love you to her yet, but I do. I love our little baby growing in her beautiful body, and everything, from the moment she fell into my arms until now, every piece of the puzzle, every brick in the wall, it’s all right here… My entire world.
It scares the fuck out of me, and I don’t want to think about it too hard. She has a Gavin-shaped hole, and I’m ready to fill it.
