"Do it, Kennedy."
I give him what he wants…what he demands, rocking back against him. His long, low groan lets me know he loves it. He plays with my clit as I impale myself on him over and over. There's no way it should feel so damn good, but it always does. Better than I remember.
"Asher," I whisper, writhing on him, pleading with him to make me come.
He gives me what I want. The hand on my hip tightens. He thrusts into me, rocking his hips and cursing as he plays with my clit. I get lost in him all over again. There's so much pleasure, hitting me from all sides…where we're joined, and where he's touching me, and where my nipples drag across the bed with each thrust.
I let it take me, crying out his name as I come.
"Fuck!" he shouts, losing control. He thrusts wildly, his balls smacking against me with each deep thrust. Once, twice…three times. He growls my name as he comes.
I feel his cock spasm inside me, feel the warmth of his release deep inside me. I writhe through it, colors bursting behind my eyelids in a blinding whirl. I float in bliss, slumping against the bed. My heart races, singing his name with each frenetic beat.
"Kennedy," he groans, laying his head against my back. "Jesus Christ, angel baby."
"Mm," I hum, unable to form words yet.
We stay just like that for several moments before he reluctantly pulls out of me. We both groan at the same time. And then he's lifting me up in his arms. I relax against him, letting him take me wherever he wants, do whatever he wants.
He carries me into the bathroom and starts the shower, holding me close while it warms up. Reverent, adoring kisses touch my cheeks and forehead, my eyes, and my lips. They're tinged with sweetness, full of love.
"I can't believe you're carrying my baby again," he says once we're in the shower, warm water beating down on us. He slides me down his body until I'm on my feet. His big hand runs across my belly. "Jesus, Kennedy. Do you have any idea how much I love you?"
"I do," I whisper, burrowing into his arms.
"You don't." His voice is thick, choked with emotion. "You make my life so much fucking better just by existing. And then you go and do something like get pregnant, and it gets a thousand times better than that. There are no words for how much I love you, angel baby. For how much I need you. They don't exist."
"Asher," I whisper, melting into him.
"I'm serious," he says, tipping his forehead down to rest against mine. "The way you make me feel…fuck, baby. My entire life finally made sense when you married me. Everything that happened, all the shit I went through and the shit I did, it led me to you. It made me yours."
"I always thought seeing my name in print would be the best moment of my life and the greatest thing I would ever do, but I was wrong." I blink my eyes open and my future stares back at me from his gray eyes, just like he says his does when he looks into mine. It's bigger, brighter, more beautiful than I ever imagined it could be. "Meeting you was the best moment. Loving you is the greatest thing. I'm yours, Asher. Always."
He kisses me slowly, sweetly, holding me close.
"I love you."
"I love you too, angel baby."
We stay there for several long moments, lost in each other before he reluctantly pulls back to clean us up.
"I'm ready for that tattoo now," I tell him when he runs his hands down my belly, over the spot he wanted to tattoo the first night he made love to me.
His gaze flickers to mine.
"It's you, Asher. I want you in my skin, a permanent part of me."
"Kennedy." His eyes flutter and his nostrils flare. "You want me on you forever, angel?"
"Forever and ever," I whisper.
His blinding smile sets my very soul on fire with love.