CROSS
Ilounged against the plush cushions of the wide leather sofa, feeling more content than I ever thought possible.
Family movie nights had somehow become my favorite damn thing—something I would have scoffed at just a few years ago.
But now, with Isa snuggled at the far end of the couch under a soft pink blanket my mother had given her for her second birthday two months ago, our one-year-old, Liam, conked out on the floor by a stack of blocks, and Hannah curled beside me with our newest addition, Ethan, cradled carefully against her chest, there wasn’t anywhere else I’d rather be.
The dim lights cast the living room in a soft glow from the string of tiny bulbs Hannah had insisted on draping across the mantel for ambiance.
On the oversized TV, animated characters jumped around, but my focus was anywhere but the screen.
I let my eyes roam appreciatively over Hannah.
She was dressed in one of my old Hounds T-shirts—way too big for her petite frame, but so fucking sexy it made my heart hammer every time I saw her wearing it.
The hem hit mid-thigh, exposing the smooth skin of her toned legs, teasing me mercilessly.
Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, exposing the gentle curve of her neck that I couldn’t resist nuzzling every chance I got.
And fuck, the way she’d filled out so perfectly after giving birth to our sons made it nearly impossible to keep my hands off her.
Right now, those full, perfect tits pressed against the thin cotton fabric as she held our sleeping son, causing my mouth to go dry with the sudden urge to drag her upstairs and show her exactly how much I appreciated every inch of her gorgeous body.
And I “appreciated” it often. Which was how we ended up with three kids under three in two years.
Hannah glanced up, her eyes catching mine. They widened slightly, a flush spreading prettily across her cheeks when she saw exactly where my attention was. Her lips parted, but whatever she was about to say died when she caught the dark, hungry gleam in my gaze.
I shifted slightly closer, my arm sliding around her shoulder as I leaned in, whispering against her ear. “Movie almost over?”
Hannah’s breath hitched at the heat in my voice, her pulse visibly quickening beneath her smooth skin. Her pretty brown eyes met mine, pupils dilated, reflecting the desire I was sure mirrored my own.
“About fifteen minutes left,” she answered softly, the huskiness in her voice only stoking the fire already ignited in my veins.
I trailed my fingertips up her bare thigh, loving the shiver it drew from her.
“Good,” I murmured quietly, my mouth grazing the sensitive spot just below her ear. “Because once those credits roll, I’m taking you upstairs and peeling off this shirt of mine you’ve been taunting me with all damn night.”
She swallowed visibly, shifting restlessly against me. A quiet whimper left her throat, a clear indication that my words had hit exactly the right spot.
I chuckled darkly, cupping her cheek and turning her face so I could claim her lips in a heated kiss. It was brief, but deep enough to let her know exactly what was coming later. When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her cheeks flushed a delicious pink.
“Hold that thought,” she breathed, voice barely audible, but trembling with anticipation.
Before I could respond, Isa stirred at the far end of the couch, her sleepy eyes blinking open as she sat up slowly and rubbed her eyes. “Daddy, can I have water, pease?”
I groaned internally, reluctantly releasing Hannah from my hold, my body protesting sharply at the interruption. Hannah let out a soft, breathless laugh at my expression and moved gracefully, passing the sleeping baby carefully into my arms.
“I’ll get it,” she whispered, shooting me a knowing smirk as she rose from the sofa and padded toward the kitchen.
Isa cuddled into my side, sleepily oblivious to the intimate moment she’d interrupted. As Hannah disappeared around the corner, I let out a frustrated sigh and glanced down at my daughter, who blinked up at me innocently.
Damn, talk about timing. I couldn’t help but smile, though. This—right here, right now—was everything I hadn’t known I wanted.
As Hannah re-entered the room, handing Isa her cup of water and giving me a teasing grin, I reminded myself that patience was supposed to be a virtue. But the second our babies were tucked in bed, all bets were off, and Hannah was about to find herself thoroughly and completely claimed.
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