Page 74 of Second Chance Baby
Turning my head to nudge down his bottoms felt so natural I didn’t even question the urge. I simply scooped him out and shifted my kisses to that part of him until he roused in my grip. Then I parted my lips, sucking him in and down, using his low groans as a roadmap. Sucking him hard as I reached beneath him to feather my fingertips over his sac then coasted up to knead his stomach muscles. I nipped his inner thigh, reveling in his rolling groan as I shifted my attention to the head of his shaft. I licked the tip over and over, alternating my pace and pressure, learning my man once more. He gripped my hair and tugged until I groaned greedily when he took my mouth.
“I fucking love when you taste like me.”
I kissed him again, rolling onto my side to part my thighs. I waited until his gaze settled on mine in the moonlight before I skimmed my hand down his length, throwing my leg over both of his to bring him inside me. I couldn’t restrain my gasp, but he swallowed it, driving into me with subtle urgency, his hips a relentless piston against my own. I laced my fingers into his hair, dragging my nails over his scalp. And I couldn’t help whispering over and over how much I loved him.
Love didn’t even cover it. What a weak, inadequate word for what felt like an inferno inside me.
But somehow, he seemed to accept my words and return them in the darkest part of the night, when even the moonlight seemed to bear witness to our confessions. And I didn’t fight to hold back my tears, because he should get those too. There was nothing I wanted to hold back from this man.
Not anymore.
Here, where it was just us, the love and the pain and the need were inexorably linked. And I needed to release them all to finally breathe again.
With my eyes locked on his, I let him lead me away.
SEVENTEEN
Stretched on my side,I sifted my fingers through her cornsilk hair as the sun gradually filled the room. My wrist started to ache from the endless repetition, but I didn’t stop.
She was so beautiful. How had I lived without her for so long? No wonder I’d spent my life running from the reality of it. The idea of not having Bridget in my life again had been too painful to contemplate.
If she hadn’t shown up at that shoot, would I really have just continued on as if I was actually living when I’d been no better than a robot? I hoped not, but I honestly couldn’t have said for sure. It felt like so much of my world had changed in just a couple of days.
Now all I felt was anticipation.
Excitement to see what the next chapters of our story would look like. To turn each page eagerly but not to rush any of it in case I missed a minute.
Today we had to go down to the lake for our shoot. In not too much longer, actually. I’d already let Bridget sleep in for quite a while.
Earlier, Daphne had texted me what kind of clothes to wear—a suit sans tie would be good for me, and some kind of girlyfloral dress for Bridget. And since I’d awakened early due to my agent’s endless texts, as well as a few bonkers texts from my cousin Cam, I’d decided to text my perpetual early riser mother to thank her officially for matchmaking.
She’d started off claiming she hadn’t done a thing until she’d clearly grasped how fucking happy I was, and then she had no problem taking credit.
Lots and lots of credit.
There had even been talk of naming future offspring after her, ideally her middle name of Minerva. I hadn’t asked Brig yet, but I’d warned her she’d likely be waiting for a while for that one.
But I had agreed to come to Sunday dinner with Bridget and Carrington, most likely after we headed down to the city to get any belongings Brig needed before we told her landlord she would be cancelling her lease.
We had to get through today first, which necessitated taking Carrington to school before our next shoot—oh, and probably telling her mother that she most likely knew more about sex than I even wanted to think about.
Hopefully, it was still an abstract sort of knowing.
Please God.
Then there was Bridget’s movie from last night for us to discuss. My mind had been opened in several ways yesterday, that was for damn sure.
“Hey, sleepyhead.” I tried rustling her awake. “We have a shoot to do this morning. And a kid who needs a school drop-off. One of those I can handle alone. The other, I absolutely cannot.”
She opened one eye then the other. “Travis? Is it really you?”
“Who else were you expecting?” I kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s really me, and we really have to get dressed, pronto.”
“I was having the best dream.” She turned over, stretching her arms over her head. “And now I woke up, and my reality is even better than my dream.”
“Don’t get too excited. My mom wants our next kid to have the name Minerva.”
“Good Lord, why?” She wrinkled her nose. “She told me that before, that her middle name is Minerva, and another grandchild would be a nice thank you.”