Be My Hero(56)

I kissed my way across it before lifting my face and caressing her hip. "Your doctor has cleared you for this, right?"

She nodded, but it looked like she was holding her breath. "Yeah. Like a month ago."

Curious what had her suddenly uptight, I kept watching her as I kissed the scar again, right above her pubic line.

"You okay?" I asked.

She nodded but couldn't seem to calm down. So I crawled back up her body until we were eye to eye.

"What's up?" My question was gentle, but it still made her gnash her teeth as if upset with herself.

"I just . . . " She shook her head and gave a small laugh. "I'm getting  nervous, I guess. I mean, you and I have never . . . you know . . .  before. And it's all so intense and overwhelming and-"

"Hey." I cupped her cheek and pressed our foreheads together. "Don't worry. Nothing has to happen."

That seemed to distress her more, though. "But I want it to-"

I kissed her silent. Then I rested my brow back against hers, feeling so  lucky to be here with her. I'd already gotten more than I'd ever  thought possible from her; anything else would be gravy. "How about  this? We don't think about what could come next. Don't think ahead at  all. Just enjoy what is happening."

Her blue eyes softened with adoration. "You are the wisest man I've ever known."

"Damn straight." I kissed her again.

Her limbs relaxed under mine. Then her body melted into me and her  breathing picked up. When kissing left us weak and breathless, her legs  shifted restlessly. I slipped my fingers between her thighs. She gasped  and tightened, but her hands clung to me, trying to draw me closer.

Dipping inside her, I shuddered and closed my eyes.

"Ah, fuck. You feel so good. So hot and wet. I want to taste this." She  strained against me, her eyes squeezed shut as she threw her head back  and grasped my shoulders hard.

"O … okay."

I grinned. Well, okay, then.

Eva whimpered as I lowered myself. She moaned her pleasure when I licked  her, soaking my tongue with a heavenly musky flavor. My fingers  continued to pump the tight warm hollow as my tongue massaged her clit,  my mouth watering for more.

"Oh . . . oh . . . " She was already so close. Her arousal vibrated  through me and her fragrant excitement amped me up. I wanted to bury  myself deep inside that wet heat. But I wanted to feel her release  against my mouth first.

"Come for me, Eva," I commanded just before I bit her sensitive little  nub and pushed two fingers deep. She went crazy, pulling my hair from  the roots and squeezing her thighs around my ears as she cried out a  strong orgasm. I relished every second and groaned with defeat when two  little voices woke from the crib.         

     



 

"Damn it." I buried my face into Eva's stomach while she came down from  her high. "We're moving that crib into the other room tomorrow."

Under me she laughed. How she could always laugh at a time like this,  I'll never know. There was absolutely nothing amusing about blue balls.

"Promises, promises," she said as she squirmed out from under me to see to the kids.

I grumpily sat up and crossed my arms over my chest. She brought Julian  to me because she claimed he was dry. After I took him, and she busied  herself with changing Skylar's diaper, I held my son up so that we were  facing eye to eye. "We need to have words, young man. You can't keep  doing this. Waking up before Daddy gets his boom-boom is just not cool."

"Boom-boom?" Eva asked, her eyes twinkling as she brought Skylar to bed with us.

I shrugged. "Well, what do you want me to call it?"

"Actually, I would prefer that you not talk about sex with him at all."

"Hey, he needs to have that talk someday."

She snorted out a laugh and started to feed Skylar, which destroyed how  much my body had just calmed down. My dick came right back to life. I  couldn't stop staring at her luscious huge breasts on display. I  might've even whimpered a little. But damn, this was so unfair.

Eva caught my crazy-eyed, desperate stare, and pity filled her gaze.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm?" I gave her a drunk little grin as I openly kept watching. "I'm  amazing," I said. "I just had the best snack of my life. Why?"

She rolled her eyes, but slid her gaze to the hard bulge still  protruding from my jeans. "You didn't get anything from it, though."

I snorted. "The hell if I didn't. That was fucking awesome." I reached  out and stroked Skylar's hair. "I don't think I have any condoms anyway,  so . . . " I shrugged and grinned at her before giving my attention to  Fighter while he tried to grab ahold of the tattoo on my chest.

"I could still do something for you," she offered, which yeah, spiked my  pecker's interest immediately. "After they go back to sleep . . . "

I kissed Fighter's hair, not caring so much what happened to me. Making  Eva come had been worth the pair of blue balls that followed.

"Maybe," I told her.

I actually meant to wait up and collect on what she'd offered, but I  ended up falling asleep before she was finished with the babies. I  stirred when Eva ran her fingers through my hair and kissed my cheek,  but I only had enough energy to pull her into my arms and press her back  into my chest as I mumbled, "Sleep."

We had the rest of our lives to finish what we'd started. With an  annulment on the horizon and Julian's adoption to start, it was a life I  looked forward to.





Chapter 23


PICK


I had to work late at Forbidden for the rest of the week. Any free time I  saw Eva, she was either passed out asleep or had her hands full of  kids.

But whenever our gazes met across the room, the sparks arcing between us  grew almost toxic. She'd smile and bite her lip and tuck her hair  behind her ear before glancing away with a heated flush. Then I'd  chuckle at her obvious anticipation of the next time we could be alone  together, and I'd have to bite the inside of my mouth to hold in my own  groan of anticipation.

The next free evening I didn't have to work was Friday. Call me  presumptuous or too hopeful for my own good, but Thursday night I  stocked the drawer of my nightstand after stopping by a convenience  store on the way home from Forbidden.

When I checked the mail slot on my lunch break on Friday, the official  letter I received had me even more anxious for alone time with my woman.  I wanted to thank Eva for how amazing she'd been these last few months,  though I already knew I'd never be able to show enough appreciation for  everything she'd done for Julian and I. I still wanted to try, though,  so I called Reese with my plans.

"Hey, it's Pick," I said when she answered.

Her return greeting sounded leery. "Hi, Pick. Everything . . . okay?" Then came the worry. "Eva? Skylar-"

"They're fine. Doing great."

"Oh." Reese's guarded tone returned. "Then . . . what's up?"

"I want to take her out," I rushed the words. "You know, just out of the  apartment for a night. To . . . maybe a nice dinner or something. Pay  her back for how much she's helped me and Julian. I don't know what we  would've done without her. The babysitting money I give her is nothing  compared to what I really owe her. So I was thinking something extra . .  . a night out, away from the kids, would be better than nothing. It'd  be a start."

Reese paused before responding to my big, long explanation, and I chewed  on my lip rings, thinking she'd come up with a perfectly logical reason  why my idea was ridiculous. But instead, she said, "That's so sweet.  What a good idea."         

     



 

"Really?" Thank God. "So, you'll babysit?"

"What?" The adoration dropped from her voice. "You mean, both babies? Together?"

My eyebrows wrinkled. Why did she make that sound so unreasonable? "Yeah. Would that be a problem?"

"No. Well . . . I just . . . I'm not Eva. She makes taking on two babies  at once look easy. But me? One teeny tiny, kid, okay. I could swing  that. I think. But two of them, so close to the same age, so young. What  if I-"

"You'll do fine. Lowe's not working tonight either, is he? Make him come  along to help. And you have my cell phone number. You could call  anytime."

"Oh, good idea. I hadn't thought of dragging Mason along. Okay, then. What time?"

Whew. Mission accomplished. Mind switching gears, I said, "Uh . . . I  get off work at the garage at five. So . . . maybe five-thirty? That'd  give me a minute to clean up."

"Pff. You boys and your minute clean-up jobs. It's just not fair. Takes  us women a good hour to prepare for a special evening out."

I grinned. "Yeah, but we guys don't look nearly as nice as you ladies do  after all the preparation you put in, so I'm saying it's time well  spent."

"Mm-hmm. No wonder E.'s so sweet on you. You do have a way with the  compliments. But anyway, I'll bring something nice for her to wear.  She'd be pissed if she knew I was in on her surprise date, and I let her  go out with old rags on."