HAPPY FOREVER AFTER

It was easy to forget all that had happened between them now. It was easy to forget the weeks of pain and loneliness. It was easy to imagine that they’d never been apart and that they had always been together, home in bed, just waking in Daniel’s place-their home.

This was the healing they needed. Emma smiled into his neck.

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Daniel lay there, Emma in his arms, thinking about what had just happened. On the surface it had been a very quick, very hot sexual interlude. One of the best he’d ever had.

But it went deeper. It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t like all the other times they had been together. If it was just sex, his heart wouldn’t feel as though it was going to burst out of his chest. He wouldn’t be so overwhelmed that he had no idea how to process what he felt.

It was… It was more intense than sex had ever been between them. They had been a study in hot, flirty, fun in bed. He teased. She teased.

But this had been much more. Almost…heartbreaking, and he couldn’t shake the heaviness that pervaded his chest even now…. a good kind of heaviness. He couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her back… And he was never going to let her go… Ever again.

He rubbed his hand up and down her back and pressed a kiss to her hair in an effort to soothe some of the tightness in his throat. He put a hand between them to touch her cheek and then he carefully pulled her away until he looked down into her eyes.

The stark emotion there. It was like a knife to the gut. She looked so very vulnerable.

Fragile. And a bit scared.

Was she afraid of him? Of what had happened? He hoped not. He couldn’t bear it if she hated herself for giving in to the overwhelming tension that had been building ever since he had brought her back.

“What are you thinking?” he asked hoarsely. “Tell me you don’t regret this, Emma. Anything but regret.”

Slowly she shook her head and he felt something loosen inside him. Relief. But it was only the first step. He caressed her cheek, enjoying the feel of her soft skin.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

No matter how much he’d told himself in the past that he was better off without her, that he was well rid of her, he could no longer lie to himself.

He wanted her. He wanted her in his life always. He wanted her and their baby. He wanted a family… With her.

He’d been forced to examine their relationship after she had walked out of his life. He couldn’t blame her for making that decision to leave. It had been his fault. Neglecting her and realizing so damn late how he felt about her. Everything had gone horribly wrong and he was determined to find the cause so that it didn’t happen again.

He wanted her to be his wife. But he didn’t want to rush her like she had said. So he was going to give her sometime before he asked again. For now he was going to concentrate on showing her just how much he loved her.

Unable to resist, he kissed her forehead and then each eyelid. He gently kissed each cheekbone and then her mouth before nibbling a path to her ear.

Amazingly, his groin tightened and he swelled inside the clasp of her satiny flesh. He flexed his hips against her eliciting a low whimper from her as her fingers curled into his shoulder.

He slid easily in and out and he nudged her leg up with his own so that he had easier access.

“Do you like it here on your side?” he murmured. His voice husky and filled with emotion. “Are you comfortable? Or would you prefer to be on top?”

Emma flushed and he smiled, delighted by this suddenly shy side of her. She’d never been bashful about taking the initiative in the past and suddenly he wanted to coax that out of her again.

Without waiting for her to respond, he gathered her in his arms and rolled so she was astride him, her hands planted on his chest for balance.

She was hot and tight around him and he clenched his teeth, closing his eyes as he sucked in steadying breaths. He’d already lost every ounce of control the first time. He wanted to make it last this time.

Her knees locked at his sides and she lifted her hips the tiniest bit before lowering her weight once more to surround him with silky, heated sweetness that had sweat beading his forehead.

She seemed inhibited and a little unsure and this new shyness from her continued to be endearing as hell. He reached for her, wanting to offer reassurance, but as his hands stroked up her lush body, over her swollen belly to her gorgeous breasts, he forgot all about offering her anything except the pleasure of his touch.

He stroked the swell of her breasts, enjoying the new fullness. Her nipples were darker, more pronounced, waiting for the hungry mouth of their child. The happiness he felt at the thought of their baby spurred him on. He was lucky to have her, he thought and his mouth watered with wanting to taste her nipples again.

He pulled ever so gently at the tips, just enough to make them harden and pucker. She sucked in her breath and fluttered around his erection until he groaned and gritted his teeth to keep from orgasming.

“I love your body,” he said. “You are beautifully pregnant, Emma. I can’t keep my hands or mouth off you. You make me crazy.”

She smiled then, a brilliant smile that he felt all the way to his soul. Her eyes lit up and sparkled and he felt as if he’d been handed the world in the palm of her hand.

Hell, if that was all it took to make her smile like that, he’d gladly tell her every single day how gorgeous she was.

She reached for his hands, laced her fingers in his and then used his hands for leverage as she raised her hips just enough so he slid through her sweetness all over again.