Chapter 41
[Tate]
Iimagine it’s difficult to share a birthday with a holiday, so I want to make Neve’s day special. There’s no better place to celebrate than in our new business. We have no official plans yet. Just a vacant building full of potential.
With a blanket spread on the floor, we picnic with lobster rolls, clam chowder, a mini apple pie, and a pumpkin spice cupcake.
There were a few other ways I wanted to celebrate her, involving the desk and her bent over it, but we were still waiting for Neve’s six-week checkup. In the meantime, we had plenty of make-out sessions that led to heavy petting and one close call involving just the tip.
Neve has decided to return to the pill, and while we’ve already learned it isn’t foolproof, we’re happy with this decision.
Wren is more of a blessing than either of us ever expected.
Two weeks later, I wasn’t assuming we’d have sex the first night Neve gets the okay from her doctor. I mean, I won’t lie, I hoped we would, but I wasn’t in a rush.
I’d been waiting years for Neve. I’d spent months without her. But now, she was going to be my wife.
I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.
So, I’m surprised when I find Neve standing in our bedroom wearing something sexy and see-through.
I’ve just put Wren down after her evening bottle, and I stare at Neve in a black negligee, demi cup bra, and thin lace panties.
“Spellbinding,” I say as I stand there, admiring her. The swell of her breasts. The fullness of her hips.
“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.
My brows lift. “Have sex?” She’s had sex. Gorgeous, glorious sex, with me.
“Worn something like this.” She pulls at the sides, exposing more of her body by the see-through material. “I thought I’d try a new costume for tonight.”
Taking slow steps toward her, I ask, “What’s special about tonight?”
She tilts her head, giving me a teasing scowl. There she is. Saucy, beautiful Neve.
Setting my hands on her hip, I smooth over the subtle curve of her body and hum. “Might be my favorite costume yet.”
I lean closer to her. “But there’s no pretending. This is real, Neve.”
“This is real,” she repeats, lifting her arms for my shoulders.
When our mouths meet, the first kiss is sweet, tentative even, like we haven’t kissed a hundred times before. I want a hundred more kisses with her, and then a hundred more.
“Go slow,” she whispers. “I’m nervous.”
I nod, knowing what she means. Suddenly I’m nervous, too. This will be our first time in a bed, where I get to be over her, and we can face each other. Nothing in the way.
I scoop her up and set her on our bed, then climb after her, settling beside her. I tug at the ribbon fastening the top of her outfit.
“I just want to look at you.” It’s not like I don’t remember her body from before she was pregnant, but I fell in love with her while she was.
“Better?” she asks, implying her body.
I set my hand over her low belly. “Like I told you before, I love seeing you pregnant with our baby.” And I’d love to see it again, but Neve is officially forty, and we both know there are definite risks if it happened again.
“But I love you now,” I remind her. “Maybe even more.” Because she is the mother of our child. And she’s an amazing mother. Despite all her fears, she had nothing to be afraid of.
“And as much as I love this costume on you, I think it will look better on the floor.” I tug at the ribbon, further loosening the closure.
With a deep exhale from Neve, the material spreads, exposing the strapless lace over her breasts and matching panty companion.
Because she’s a nursing mother, her cleavage nearly spills out of the top.
“Can we leave this part on?” She waves over the sexy bra covering her breasts.
“Whatever makes you most comfortable.” I’m just happy to touch her. To feel her beside me. To love her.
With my palm on her belly, I skim over her skin, pushing up the heavy swell of her breast and then moving lower toward the lace between her legs. The material is soaked, and I peel it to the side, slowly slipping into her, taking my time to fill her.
We both sigh at the lazy push and pull of my fingers, easing us back into something we haven’t done in weeks.
“This okay?” I ask, checking in with her.
Her eyes close. “Feels so good.”
As her hips begin to rock, I scoot lower on the bed and slip between her thighs, adding my tongue to my fingers. Worshiping her, praising her, until she’s crying out my name.
I’m quick to undress, removing everything while she remains in the translucent outfit. I slip the lace panty off her, tossing it to the side, then climb over her.
I’m hyper-aware of the spread of her thighs. The inside of them kissing the outside of mine. The coarse hairs on my legs tickling against the smoothness of her skin.
Braced on one arm, I grip where I’m hard as a steel beam and weeping for entrance into her. I rub the tip against where she’s wet and eager for me.
“Neve,” I choke, as a shudder runs down my spine. I want this to last. I want this to be good for her, but I might combust before I ever get inside her.
With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip, she gently pulls me toward her, lifting her own hips as if she can’t wait for me, for us to be one again.
My tip easily slips in, then I pull out.
Returning to her slick folds, I inch a little deeper, then retract.
Back and forth, I glide into her until I can’t take it any longer.
Until I slide home, filling her with all of me.
“Neve,” I choke again.
She hums beneath me, running her hands over my shoulders and down my spine. Her legs spread wider, wrapping over my hips until one heel presses into my lower back.
“So good,” she whimpers. Her head tipped back. Her eyes closed again.
“Look at me, baby.” When her lids flip open, the brightness is almost shocking. Her gaze intense. Love and desire set her gaze to high beams.
“I love you,” I say, leaning down for a kiss, catching her mouth just as she echoes me.
“I love you.”
I swallow down the phrase, taking my time to kiss her, fill her, connect us, until her hip twitches.
Breaking the kiss, I scan down her body, running a palm from her throat, between her breasts, and down her belly to the place that brings her pleasure.
As I press her clit, I pull back. The drag slow, the pace steady, until she cups my ass, like she doesn’t want me to leave her body.
“You still okay?” I ask, concerned for her, while coming out of my skin with need.
“Perfect,” she whispers, meeting my eyes, tipping up her head, and kissing me quickly before falling back. Her hair is a dark halo on the pillow.
“You’re so beautiful, Neve. And you’re all mine.”
Her mouth curls slowly. “And you’re mine.”
“Exactly.” I match her smile, then return to my task, keeping an even pace until she’s begging for it a little faster.
I don’t think I’ve ever made love to a woman before. Definitely not like this. The slow pull, the steady push, the repeated surge of us coming together.
“I don’t know how I went months without you, Neve.” From New Year’s Eve until we crossed paths in August. And all the time when she was just around the corner, literally.
Her hands squeeze my ass. “And now you’re stuck with me forever.”
“Forever,” I whisper. It’s not a hardship. Not in the least.
When I tap something deep inside her, her breath hitches.
“Not going to last,” I admit, running my gaze over her body again. My hand stills between us. My cock inside her. My heart so full.
She hums. “So close.”
“Get there, baby,” I beg. “Take what you need from me.”
Her hand rounds to my chest, palm flat over my heart. “I already have everything I need.”
“Fuck, Neve.” I drive faster, her words shattering me.
Her hips move with mine, drawing me deeper, taking me a little harder.
“Tate?” Her eyes meet mine, wild and bright and surprised.
“Yes,” I champion. “Give me another one. I want to feel you let go around me.”
Because I’m going to lose control inside her the second she does.
Her short nails dig into my ass, and she tightens her thighs around my hips, then she’s calling out my name. Head back. Lips open.
I swipe my tongue into her mouth, drinking in her cry, then thrust forward and spill.
Her name is a stutter. The relief like a whirlwind, spiraling around me, seeping out of me.
I collapse over her, then roll to my side, taking her with me. I swipe back her hair and brush a finger down her nose.
She clings to my back, one leg over my hip, my dick still inside her.
“Are you okay?” I skim my hand down her side.
She nods, eyes soft but sated. “Are you?”
“I’ve never been better,” I admit.
“Me, too,” she says, tipping her head toward mine.
Everything feels right.
Neve in our bed. Wren down the hall.
And a return to Lovewell Landing forever.