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Tommy is lying on Griffin's bare chest. Looking around the room, no doubt hearing my voice. There’s an empty bottle on the side table, and I can see Tommy is changed into new sleepwear as he snuggles into the chest that calls to me every night as well.
“I slept through…” I’m still half-asleep. My brain is not firing, and I’m trying to work out what’s going on and what I’ve missed.
“Tommy here slept through most of the night. Started fussing about an hour ago. I thought I’d let you sleep a bit more, so I changed him, then he and I went into the kitchen and grabbed the milk you pumped, put in it a bottle, warmed it up, and he had a feed.”
My heart warms, and my tension fades. I pull the shirt across my chest so I at least look dressed properly and take in a breath. My breasts feel full, but they’re not sore, which is a miracle in itself.
“He was a good boy and drank it all. Hungry little guy. Since then, we’ve been here talking.”
“Oh, what have you guys been talking about?” I step toward them, smiling.
“Well, Tommy here is more of a listener than a talker. But he did make some gurgle sounds when I was telling him about Sutton’s bees.”
“Sutton’s bees?” I arch an eyebrow as I sit on the arm of the chair and lean over, kissing my boy on the top of his soft, warm head.
“I told him all about the fresh honey he’ll get to try when he’s old enough… Do I get one of those?” His voice is low, and I look up, meeting his gaze, our noses an inch apart.
“Sure do.” My stomach flutters as I lean in to kiss him. Our lips linger, our affection obvious.
“How are you feeling… after last night?” I’m always surprised by his constant care and attention to my needs. How Griffin hasn’t had a wife by now, I have no idea. But I’m grateful he hasn’t.
“I feel… good. Great. I had an incredible night.” My smile isn’t one that can be wiped. After getting interrupted by Tommy, we stayed awake talking for a little while before I fell asleep in his arms, both of us sated—at least for the time being.
As Griffin’s hand trails up the back of my naked thigh, I’m starting to feel like we might need to pick back up where we left off.
“Hmmm, me too, sweetness. Me too.” His gaze is full of heat, the molten look he gives me warming me from the inside out.
“Tommy’s drifted off…” I whisper as I lean back, seeing my son’s eyes closed, his bottom lip relaxed, knowing he needs to go down for his next sleep cycle. Clearly, he’s full and happy.
“Why don't you put him down and come help me in the shower?” I offer, taking a few steps toward the door.
“You alright? Need help with the shower?” Griffin is gentle as he stands slowly, looking like he’s walking with a live grenade, carefully putting a sleeping Tommy into his crib.
“Oh, you know… I can't reach all the spots…” I tease, and as his gaze flicks to mine, he understands my meaning.
“You better run, sweetness. Because if I catch you, we’re not making it to the shower.”
I bite my lower lip and turn quickly, bolting out the door and running down the hallway back to our room. I barely make it two steps inside before Griffin’s hands are on me.
“Let’s get you wet, baby,” he whispers in my ear from behind as I feel the shirt I’m wearing fall from my shoulders. The cool air whips over my body as his hands circle my waist, his palms flat against my hips, pulling me to him. My bare back against his bare chest. His head lowers, kissing my neck, and I take a deep breath and rest my head back against his shoulder.
“How wet?” I groan as his hands run up my torso, cupping my breasts, massaging them in a way that’s both relaxing and turning me on.
“Very fucking wet,” he growls, and I grind my ass into his pelvis, feeling him already hard.
“I need this… I need you…” I tell him honestly as my fingers scratch the back of his neck, pulling him down to me. Earlier was amazing. Touching, kissing, and tasting him. But now, I’m ready for more. My body feels good, and my mind is clear. We’ve waited long enough.
“Look at you, all open and greedy,” he murmurs against my skin as I stand completely naked with him at my back, his warm hands roaming all over me. “I’ll go slow. You tell me if anything doesn’t feel right…”
“I’ll be fine. I just want you.” I lower my hands, reaching around behind me, and start to pull down his boxers.
“Eager, sweetness?” He helps me undress him, his bare body hot against my own.
“Very…” That shower I mentioned earlier is still on our minds. I don’t know how he does it. How his hands and lips roam over me so well that it feels like he’s everywhere at once.
We stumble into the bathroom, but he doesn’t take us to the shower; he stands us in front of the vanity, the full mirror giving our reflection back to us.
“Lean back on me.” His voice is a command I follow willingly, my body weight leaning back against his chest as his hand lowers. Eyes closing, I bite my bottom lip as his fingers hit my core.
