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She was too much. Too sweet, too sexy, too real.
He released her hands and she reached for him. In that split second, the truth poured out.
“I want to wrap you up in me until you can feel how much I want you. I want to make you feel as wanted as you make me feel, because I want you, Gemma—all of you. I’ve never felt like this before. I feel like this is my first time.”
He kissed her, sinking into her slowly, wanting to remember every glorious second. The way her mouth tasted of want and need and something much deeper. The feel of her breasts crushed against his chest, her fingers pressing into his lower back. The smell of her arousal mixed with the sweet unique scent of Gemma. When he was buried so deep they felt like one being, he gazed into her eyes, struck mute by emotions.
Their mouths came together and they found their rhythm. In seconds they were a wild tumble of whispers and kisses, and giggles, and Oh my God! Right theres. She wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to sink further into her. When they hit that phenomenal peak where stars collided and the earth spun around them, they swallowed each other’s explosive cries.
Slick with sweat, Truman didn’t know where Gemma ended and he began. He was lost—in her, for her, with her. Passion brimmed in her eyes as she leaned up and he met her halfway in a warm and wonderful kiss, with all the depth and emotion of knowing that this was only the beginning.
Chapter Sixteen
GEMMA LEANED AGAINST the bedroom doorframe wearing one of Truman’s shirts, which fell nearly to her knees, listening to him hum as he gave Lincoln a bottle. It was four thirty in the morning, and he was wearing a pair of dark briefs and a T-shirt. She couldn’t wait to curl up in his arms again. They’d made love twice and had fallen asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms, waking when Lincoln began to cry. Truman hadn’t pushed from the bed with a begrudging groan or rued his missed sleep at all. He’d even told Gemma to get some sleep when she’d offered to feed Lincoln.
He set the bottle on the dresser, and Gemma draped a burp rag over her shoulder, motioning for him to give her the baby. She loved these moments with the kids, and she loved the smile on Truman’s face as he settled Lincoln in her arms and rubbed his nose over hers in an Eskimo kiss.
“When I was little,” she whispered, patting Lincoln gently on the back, “I came home from kindergarten and asked for Eskimo kisses. I had just learned what they were, and I felt like I’d missed out on something really fun. My parents could have given me one, right? Just rubbed their nose with mine for one second. Instead I got a lecture on how it’s rude to call them Eskimo kisses and that little girls shouldn’t ask for kisses.”
Truman stepped closer and pressed a kiss to the back of Lincoln’s head. Then he leaned in and rubbed noses with Gemma again. “From now on, not a day will pass without Eskimo kisses. I promise.”
How could something so little mean so much?
She kissed him softly and Lincoln let out a burp. They both smiled. She placed the baby in his crib, stroked his little head, and then they returned to their makeshift bedroom.
“You’re going to make an amazing mother someday,” he said as they climbed into bed. He tucked her beneath his arm, her face resting on his chest, and kissed the top of her head.
“Maybe,” she said a little forlornly.
He tightened his arm around her. “Definitely. Don’t you want your own children? I just assumed…”
“My love for children is like God’s cruel joke.” She tried to play it off as such, but the familiar longing twisted inside her. In the past, she’d worried about telling men that she couldn’t bear children, but she didn’t have that fear with Truman. He’d been so open with her, she found herself wanting to share all of herself with him. Even the hardest parts.
“Why?”
She draped an arm over his middle, drawing strength from him like a leach drew blood. “To really understand the cruel joke part you kind of have to understand the rest of my life, and I don’t want to bore you.”
He tipped her chin up and kissed her lips. “Please bore me. I want to know everything about you.”
