Chapter 34
Gemma got up from the rocker and put baby Ian into his crib. He was sound asleep, his mouth open in a perfect cupid’s bow.
She tiptoed from the room, closing the door quietly behind her and walking through the apartment to Logan’s chair in his solitary circle of light.
He looked up when she got there. “Is he sleeping?”
She nodded.
“I thought you said you were tired.”
“I am.” She took a deep breath. “But I want you to sleep with me.”
“Are you sure? I mean, can we…is it time?”
She nodded. She walked to the bed with him right behind her, more nervous than a virgin on her wedding night. She pulled back the covers and slipped inside. He crawled in beside her, opening his arms for her to curl against his side.
She rested her head on his chest and his arm came around her back, gently stroking. Her knee slipped between his legs, as naturally as if it belonged there.
He felt so good in her arms after so much time, and the natural distance that came with new parenthood. Her hand explored his muscled chest, then up to his shoulder, her nails lightly scraping their way down his arm. He moaned deep in his throat and grabbed her wrist.
“You don’t have to do this,” he said. “We can just cuddle if you want.”
She lifted her face to his. “I want to.” She looked at his lips.
“I never stopped wanting to.” They kissed, his arm tightening around her back, and she moved on top of him.
She took control of their kiss, gently tasting him and sucking on his bottom lip.
She could feel his growing erection beneath her, and her hips moved against him suggestively.
In the six weeks since they’d become a family, every one of her defenses had fallen away. Where she once thought Logan was too young, he was now simply her baby’s father, and she knew Ian was lucky to have such a wonderful role model.
His mouth moved to the column of her neck, lightly sucking, teasing her skin, and her breath caught in her throat. She sat up, sliding her hands underneath his shirt and pushing the fabric up until he pulled it over his head.
She lifted her own shirt and threw it to the floor. His hands came up and squeezed her breasts before unhooking her bra and pulling it down her arms.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, sitting up to kiss her.
She pushed him back down. “I love you, Logan.”
He held her face in his hands. “I love you, too.”
“I’m sorry it took me so long to say. I was so emotional with the baby, and so scared we were together for the wrong reasons. But now, I look at you a hundred times in a day and that’s the only thing that goes through my mind. I love you.”
“I’ve loved you since the first night you spent with me.”
“I know.” She knelt between his legs and freed him from his briefs, taking him into her mouth and making him gasp.
She climbed up his body and straddled him, holding him at her entrance and slowly sinking down on top of him.
He rolled her over and held himself above her. “Is it okay?”
“Yes.”
He thrust into her deeply, piercing the armor she’d used to surround herself from his love.
After they’d exhausted themselves, the shadows of the loft came back into view, their labored breathing perfectly in synch. She kissed his damp temple. “I’m glad you’re here with me,” she whispered.
He kissed her collarbone, slowly moving over to the curve of her shoulder. “And I always will be.”
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