She nodded. “Love isn’t limited. Nor are hearts. They keep growing as more people are taken inside.” She took his hand, moving it up until it was pressed against her chest. “You feel this?” she asked him, as her heart beat strongly against his palm.
“Yeah, I feel it.”
“It’s yours,” she whispered. “You stole it months ago.”
Christ, he was going to cry. He blinked back the tears, letting out a ragged breath. “I don’t want to control you,” he told her. “I don’t want to tell you how to live or who to be with. I just want to be part of your life, however you’ll have me.”
Her own eyes were watering. She nodded.
“Whatever you decide, I’m still moving back here,” he told her. “We’ve already got a couple of people interested in investing in the restaurants. I’ll still have part ownership, but I’ll be a sleeping partner. I want to be here for the baby. And for you. But if you want us to only be co-parents, that’s okay, too.” It would kill him, but he’d do it.
“You’d still leave Boston?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’m going to look at some houses this week. I’d like you to come with me if you can. Just for an opinion. Even if you don’t want to live with me, the baby will be spending lots of time there. I figure you should get a say in it, too.”
“Who says I don’t want to live with you?”
Another pulse of hope. “I don’t want to presume…”
She took his hand once more, this time lifting it to her lips. She kissed the center of his palm, then laid it against her cheek. “I love you,” she told him. “You’re my future. And I want it to start right now.”
He ran the pad of his thumb along her jaw then slid it up to trace the outline of her plump lips. She stared up at him, their gazes clashing in a way that sent desire right down to his groin.
“Will it always be like this?” Courtney said, her voice low. “Will I always want to tear your clothes off whenever you’re close?”
He smiled at her words. “God, I hope so.” He stepped closer, sliding his hand around to the small of her back. “Because that’s exactly the way I feel. Every time I look at you I want you.”
“Show me,” she whispered.
A loud squawk came from the chicken coop. “Quick,” Courtney whispered urgently. “Before Hester notices you’re here.”
He dropped his brow until it was pressed against hers. “Has she missed me?”
“Like crazy. As in really crazy.” Her eyes sparkled.
He would have asked more, but he was too busy scooping his hands beneath her denim clad behind.
“Are you sure you want to do that?” she asked. “I’m heavier than ever.”
“I’m sure.” He told her, lifting her into his arms. “And you look perfect.”
By the time they’d made it inside, Courtney had already unfastened three of his buttons. He kicked the front door closed and turned around, pressing her against the wall to steady her. Then he kissed her, hard and firm, his lips warm against hers as he showed her exactly how much he wanted her.
She was his future, and he was hers. And the beautiful thing was, he had no idea what their future looked like.
But he knew he wanted it.
Courtney looked up at Logan, taking in his desire-filled eyes, open white shirt, and the expensive silver watch on his wrist. He’d barely touched her and she was writhing on the bed, needy as hell for him. She had a feeling that it was always going to be like this.
They’d sneak kisses where they could, when the children weren’t looking. Exchange hot glances during the baby’s bath time, counting down the hours until they’d be in bed again. It would be exhilarating, crazy-making, and everything she knew she wanted.
He completed her in every way.
Standing at the end of the bed, he shucked off his shirt, his eyes still trained on her as he unfastened his watch. He was only in dress pants, and she swallowed hard as her gaze dipped to his muscled chest, his ridged abdomen, then down further still.
He’d already taken her clothes off, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her chest as he removed every piece. Then he’d told her to lay on the bed and wait, his voice so sure it sent tingles to every nerve ending in her body.
In the bedroom he was bossy. Everywhere else? They were a team.
Just the way she liked it.
“Open your legs,” he said, and she did exactly as she was told. He stepped out of his pants, wearing only his shorts now, and climbed in between, running his hands along her calves, her thighs, then up to her swollen stomach.
“I love this,” he said pressing his lips against her belly. “You’re gonna have to eat a lot when the baby comes so I can keep this belly.”
Amusement mingled with her desire. “You can’t keep this belly. I’m not walking around looking like I’m five months pregnant just for your… oh.” He closed his mouth around a nipple, making her back arch with pleasure. “What was I saying?”
He smiled against her breast. “I think you were saying you’d do whatever I wanted,” he said softly, sucking at her again.
“Did I?”
He stroked her stomach softly, moving his palm down until he was right where she needed him, the heel of his hand pressing against her. “I guess the other option is to keep knocking you up.” He lifted his head, his eyes teasing. “It’ll be a tough job…”
“Birth control.” She gasped as he dragged a finger against her. “We need to take all the birth control after this baby is born. You’re too potent for your own good.”
He brushed his lips against hers, his finger circling her in a rhythm that stole her breath away. “Yeah, but we don’t need to use it right now.”
No, they
