Page 113 of Fall Love

[Tate]

Iimagine it’s difficult to share a birthday with a holiday, so I want to make Neve’s day special. There’s no better place to celebrate than in our new business. We have no official plans yet. Just a vacant building full of potential.

With a blanket spread on the floor, we picnic with lobster rolls, clam chowder, a mini apple pie, and a pumpkin spice cupcake.

There were a few other ways I wanted to celebrate her, involving the desk and her bent over it, but we were still waiting for Neve’s six-week checkup. In the meantime, we had plenty of make-out sessions that led to heavy petting and one close call involving just the tip.

Neve has decided to return to the pill, and while we’ve already learned it isn’t foolproof, we’re happy with this decision.

Wren is more of a blessing than either of us ever expected.

Two weeks later, I wasn’t assuming we’d have sex the first night Neve gets the okay from her doctor. I mean, I won’t lie, I hoped we would, but I wasn’t in a rush.

I’d been waiting years for Neve. I’d spent months without her. But now, she was going to be my wife.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

So, I’m surprised when I find Neve standing in our bedroom wearing something sexy and see-through.

I’ve just put Wren down after her evening bottle, and I stare at Neve in a black negligee, demi cup bra, and thin lace panties.

“Spellbinding,” I say as I stand there, admiring her. The swell of her breasts. The fullness of her hips.

“I’ve never done this before,” she whispers.

My brows lift. “Have sex?” She’s had sex. Gorgeous, glorious sex, with me.

“Worn something like this.” She pulls at the sides, exposing more of her body by the see-through material. “I thought I’d try a new costume for tonight.”

Taking slow steps toward her, I ask, “What’s special about tonight?”

She tilts her head, giving me a teasing scowl. There she is. Saucy, beautiful Neve.

Setting my hands on her hip, I smooth over the subtle curve of her body and hum. “Might be my favorite costume yet.”

I lean closer to her. “But there’s no pretending. This is real, Neve.”

“This is real,” she repeats, lifting her arms for my shoulders.

When our mouths meet, the first kiss is sweet, tentative even, like we haven’t kissed a hundred times before. I want a hundred more kisses with her, and then a hundred more.

“Go slow,” she whispers. “I’m nervous.”

I nod, knowing what she means. Suddenly I’m nervous, too. This will be our first time in a bed, where I get to be over her, and we can face each other. Nothing in the way.

I scoop her up and set her on our bed, then climb after her, settling beside her. I tug at the ribbon fastening the top of her outfit.

“I just want to look at you.” It’s not like I don’t remember her body from before she was pregnant, but I fell in love with her while she was.

“Better?” she asks, implying her body.

I set my hand over her low belly. “Like I told you before, I love seeing you pregnant with our baby.” And I’d love to see it again, but Neve is officially forty, and we both know there are definite risks if it happened again.

“But I love you now,” I remind her. “Maybe even more.” Because she is the mother of our child. And she’s an amazing mother. Despite all her fears, she had nothing to be afraid of.

“And as much as I love this costume on you, I think it will look better on the floor.” I tug at the ribbon, further loosening the closure.

With a deep exhale from Neve, the material spreads, exposing the strapless lace over her breasts and matching panty companion.