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"We cannot simply-- God! Sweetheart--" He broke off with a groan when she slid the tip of her finger over him.
"We can't." He rasped, but he was already as hard as iron and getting harder. It had been two weeks, and he was starved.
"We can." She sprung him free, long fingers sliding up and down the throbbing length. He was hot and unraveling rapidly. His blood was draining from his head.
"I want to feel you."
"We can't." He was weakening. Dammit, he could feel himself losing control.
"I want my mouth on you."
"Baby. Oh good Christ!" His body shuddered when she shimmied down and closed her mouth over him. Hot liquid desire slammed into him with a force that had him reeling. Sensations rocked his body and had him lifting his hips to meet her mouth. It did not take long for him to climax. Biting down on his bottom lip, he shuddered, fingers flexing and fisting as she continued to use her tongue and mouth to drive him mad.
While their son slept through it all.
Grinning, she moved up and wrapped her arms around him. "I can tell you're no longer tense."
He could not speak and was still trying to recover.
When he found a modicum of control, he kissed the top of her head. "Witch." He managed hoarsely, making her laugh.
*****
August gave way to September and with it the fierce heat continued. Her therapy was going well and she was healing nicely. She had taken an indefinite leave of absence, much to her husband's relief. There were still some bad moments each time he saw the scar left back from the bullet and the thin one slicing across her abdomen.
Even though she tried to reassure him that she was fine, he refused to touch her. It was pissing her off. Aside from some heavy petting and the one time she had gone down on him out on the patio, the man was coming up with all sorts of excuses why they should not get back to the physical side of things. She was getting tired of it.
Their son was a month old when she decided to take the bull by the horns. If she had to kidnap him, then so be it. She wanted him back in her bed, not just lying next to her but making love and showing her that she was still beautiful. The pregnancy weight was as stubborn as hell and was taking its time to go the hell away. She was breastfeeding or mostly doing so as instructed by the nurses.
She had confided in her brother that she needed to feel normal again after all they had been through.
"I could take my nephew for a night." He gestured towards the direction of her bosom, and she smiled. "You could you know, do what you do."
"You mean express milk? You're allowed to say it, you know."
"Okay, pump or express. Whatever. I want some time with that beautiful baby. Andre wants to help."
"How sweet." She shook her head. "I want an entire weekend. I'm having separation issues already, but Kyle and I need this."
"What about Martha's Vineyard? Don't we have some sort of vacation home there?"
"Two."
"There you go."
"No." She shook her head. "I want something private."
"Where--" He broke off with a smile. "The cabin at Elder's Grove."
She grinned at him. "Precisely. I'm afraid you're only going to have him for one day and night."
"Why?"
"Because the little prince is in demand. My son is responsible for bringing the family together. Dad wants him as well as the grandparents. And Mom."
Matthew stared at her with lifted brows.
"Really?"
