Gently, his mouth descended to mine, and I sighed. My fingers naturally threaded their way into his dark silky hair and I moaned as his tongue slid inside my mouth. Kissing Dylan was the best experience ever, his full lips pressing firmly against mine as he held me. Everything about him made me feel safe—the flexing muscles of his arms, the hardness of his chest and abdomen, and his height towering over me. He seemed so strong, so invincible, so able to protect both our baby and me. I loved the way he cared for me, both in the past and in the present. There was no doubt in my mind that he would be a wonderful father.
“What about Hunter?” I asked when we broke apart, staring into his warm brown eyes flecked with caramel.
“Hunter?” he questioned, clearly not following.
“For the baby. I thought maybe Hunter Weston, after you and your dad. Of course Russ will think we chose Weston after his last name and not for your father.”
A smile creased his lips and he chuckled, continuing to stare at me as his hands stroked me softly. “Good ole Russ. What would we do without him?”
“He’s been a great friend.”
“Yes, he has. As far as the name Hunter, I don’t know, maybe. I know how much you love that name. There for a while, I thought I was going to have to start using it permanently.”
Tears floated in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I love your name, Dylan. It was just so hard to make the mental switch after calling you Hunter for so long. If you don’t like it for the baby, we can try something else. I just thought since it’s your middle name, that it would be a good way to pay tribute to you and your dad, also.”
“I love the name. And I love hearing it on your lips, so don’t ever feel bad for when you slip up and call me that. I also think it would be a nice tribute, but what about your dad?”
I shrugged, glancing down as I traced my finger over the large bicep peeking out from under his sleeve. “There will be other babies.”
He chuckled. “Just how many kids are you planning to have? Do we need to get a bigger house?”
Rolling my eyes, I stared at him. “We could easily have seven kids in this house right now and still have plenty of space. So, if you think we need a bigger place, we’ve got problems.”
A wicked gleam appeared in eyes. “Well, I did say I couldn’t keep my hands off you. And you never know; we could have several sets of twins or triplets in our future.”
“Bite your tongue,” I said, playfully slapping at his shoulder.
“How about you bite it for me?” Sweeping me into his arms he gave me a wink as he carried me out of the room.
Chapter Two
Dylan-
“I have a present for you.”
“You do?” Cami got up from where she was reading on the couch and came to give me a kiss. “Welcome home. Where is this present you speak of?”
I shook my head, wrapping my arms around her. “I don’t know. I think you might have to find it. Maybe a strip search is in order.”
Laughing heartily, she shoved at me. “You’d like that too much and then we’d never make it to dinner. The baby and I are starving!”
“You think you know me so well.” I grabbed her, pulling her back against me. This was my favorite part of the day—coming home and having her in my arms, again. Even though I loved my job as a firefighter/paramedic, I hated every minute I was away from her. Working with Russ was a good perk, though. Even though he was still considered a “newbie” on the team, it was nice having my best bud around with me.
“Look at me, Dylan.” Cami said waving a hand over her body. “I do know you very well. This is what happens when you come home from work and have sex with your wife nearly every day for two years.”
I grinned. “I haven’t heard you complaining.”
“Nor will you.” She smiled. “I enjoy being with you.”
Damn. I swear she made me burn hotter for her every single moment we were together. I had to force my mind back to the subject at hand. “If you know me so well, then tell me what the present is that I got for you today.”
“Flowers?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
“Did you bring take out home?”
“Wrong again.”
“Hmmm.” She pressed her lips together. “Did you get a raise at work?”
“Maybe you should give up. I don’t think you know me well enough to guess it.”
“Whatever. You’re such a dork. Just tell me what it is.”
“How about you follow me to the garage? I left it out there.”
“Oh my gosh! You did not buy that motorcycle you’ve been talking about, did you? I swear those things scare me to death! You have to take it back, Dylan. I’d die if something happened to you on one of those things.” She was quickly working herself into hysterics, so I hurried to the door and flung it open. A small yelp filled the air and a tiny Dalmatian puppy flopped its way happily across the floor to Cami’s feet.