“That’s my plan.” I kiss her chin, then nibble my way down her neck to her collarbones and lick my way to her nipple.

“Oh, I love it when you do that,” she breathes. “You are really very good with your mouth.”

“I’m just getting started.”

Her body comes alive beneath me, that blush I love spreading over her chest and into her cheeks. She spreads her legs, opening herself up to me in the most gorgeous way, and I’m going to explore every inch of her until she’s writhing and shouting my name.

Her stomach quivers as I gently bite and kiss my way down to her center. She’s already wet, making me harder than I was before, and I didn’t think that was possible. I settle in between her legs and drag my finger over her smooth pink lips, protruding clit, then back down to her slick opening.

She reaches down and sinks her fingers into my hair, gripping tightly as I wreak havoc on her pussy, making her moan and writhe deliciously.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl. She bites her lip and tips her head back, holding on to the pillow with her free hand while I push two fingers inside her and curl them, rubbing her most sensitive spot.

“Jesus,” she moans, then comes spectacularly, grinding herself against my hand. I kiss my way up her body, protect us both, and slip effortlessly inside of her, making us both sigh.

“You feel so fucking good.” I rest my forehead on hers and begin to move in and out, at a leisurely, lazy pace. I’m in no hurry to reach the finish line. I just want to love her.

“I had no idea sex could feel this amazing,” she says.

“This is making love, Kat,” I reply. “I’m not fucking you, we’re not having sex, we’re making love.”

“That’s what it is,” she says with the sweetest smile. “I guess I didn’t recognize it because I’ve never done it before.”

“Ah, baby.” I drag my knuckles down her cheek. “Thank you.”

“For?”

“Being you. Being mine.” I kiss down her cheek to her neck. “For loving me.”

“Loving you is what calms me in the storm, Mac. It’s the safest thing I’ve ever done.”

“You’re amazing.”

She grins and circles her hips, that satisfied, cocky grin on her gorgeous face. “Thanks for noticing.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Six Weeks Later

~Kat~

“We should have done this weeks ago,” Cami says as she sips her sample of wine.

“I was pregnant weeks ago,” Addie reminds her with a grin. “I would have had a major meltdown if you guys had gone on a wine tour without me.”

“We aren’t mean,” I reply, and take a bite of Brie cheese with salami and a water cracker. “This salami is delicious.”

“That’s what she said.” Riley giggle-snorts at her joke. “Seriously, Mac, this is fun.”

Mac is taking us on a special wine tour today. It’s just us five girls and him, and I’ll admit it’s kind of fun to be able to flirt with the tour guide.

“Do a lot of people hit on you during the tour?” Cami asks him. “Because I find that the drunker I get, the more likely I am to flirt, and you’re hot, so . . .”

“Sometimes,” Mac admits, making me scowl. “But I laugh it off and send them on their way.”

“I’ll punch them,” I announce. “Bitches hitting on my man.”

“Bitches hit on my man all the time,” Addie reminds me. “It’s a compliment that your man is hot.”

“If they touch him, they die.”

“Aww, that’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Mac says with a laugh. “Don’t worry, love, no one touches me.”

“That’s right,” I reply with a nod.

“I have some news,” Cami says with a grin. “But it has to stay between us.”

“Who else do we talk to?” Mia asks. “I only talk to you guys, so that’s not an issue.”

“Still. What happens on the wine tour stays on the wine tour.” Cami points at Mac. “Got it?”

“I hear nothing,” Mac replies.

“Okay, Landon and I are going to start trying to get pregnant again.”

“That’s so great!” I exclaim, and we raise our glasses in salute.

“Ella is so sweet, and I’m feeling healthy again, so we’re going to give it a whirl. But there’s no pressure. I’m not going to take my temperature forty times a day or anything crazy.”

“Yet,” Riley says with a smile. “I’m happy for you, friend. Let’s get you properly liquored up so you can have sloppy drunk sex when you get home.”

“I love that plan,” Cami says, clapping her hands. “Bring on the liquor.”

“This is a wine tour,” Mac reminds her with a smile.

“Bring on the wine,” she says happily. “Hey Mac, how’s your dad?”

“He’s good, thanks,” Mac replies. “He just got out of treatment, and so far, things are great. Mom’s thinking about moving back in with him in a couple weeks.”

“I’m so happy that all worked out for the best,” Riley says. “Good for him for getting help.”

“Kat being put in harm’s way was the last straw, for him and for us,” Mac says.

“Something good came out of something horrible,” Mia says, in the matter-of-fact way that only Mia says things.