He kisses my forehead and nuzzles my ear with his nose. “Don’t worry,” he whispers.

Suddenly, a little brown-haired boy about three years old stops in front of Nate, crying, and looks up at him. “Daddy?”

“Hey, buddy.” Nate sets the lobster on the ground at his feet and kneels before the little guy who is obviously lost. “Are you looking for your daddy?”

The boy nods and continues to cry. Nate pats his little shoulder reassuringly and smiles gently. “What’s your name.”

“Bwian.”

“Brian?”

He nods again. “Okay, Brian, let’s find your daddy.”

Nate hands me the lobster box and takes Brian’s tiny hand in his and looks around. He doesn’t have to look far as a panicked-faced man comes running over to us.

“Brian! You can’t wander away like that!” He pulls the boy up into his arms and kisses his cheek and smiles ruefully at Nate. “Thanks. I swear, you turn your back for a second…”

“No problem,” Nate smiles back. “I’m glad you found him.”

I’ve taken in the whole scene with a bit of awe. Nate is so easy with kids. They just seem to be pulled to him.

And for the first time in my life, the thought of having kids doesn’t scare the shit out of me. Nate would love us, protect us, and just be… Nate.

Could I be a wife and a mom full time, not consumed with work?

Maybe.

Nate turns back to me and smiles, takes the lobster box out of my hand, and laces our fingers together with his free hand. “Ready to head home?”

Oh. My. God.

Yes. I could definitely make a family with this man. And it renders me speechless.

“Baby?” He frowns when I just stand here, staring at him.

I shake myself out of my trance and grin. “Yeah, I’m ready. Let’s go home.”

Chapter Twenty Nine

“Wake up, baby.” I’m on my stomach and my arms are under my pillow, cradling my head. Nate brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

“What time is it?” I mumble.

“Six,” he murmurs and kisses my shoulder. Mmm… that feels good. I’m not ready for Monday.

“I don’t want to get up.” I keep my eyes closed.

“I know,” he whispers and runs the flat of his hand down my spine to my ass and back up again and I groan. Nate kisses my cheek and nibbles my earlobe, and my body comes awake. “Grab the pillow, baby.”

I pull my arms out from under the pillow and grip each end in my fists. I open one eye and gasp at the sight of my sexy man, long black hair loose, tribal tattoo down his right arm and another down his left side, looking all sleepy and sexy and mine.

“You’re sexy,” I murmur.

“I want you,” he whispers.

“I’m right here, ace.”

He plants a wet kiss on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Don’t let go of the pillow.”

One of his hands glides back down my spine to my ass, and he strips the covers off me to the end of the bed. He moves between my legs, pushing them apart with his knees, braces himself above me with his fists on either side of my torso and kisses his way down my back to my ass.

“Nate,” I whisper.

“Yes, baby.” He licks and nips each of my cheeks and slides a hand up my inner thigh, finding me wet and waiting for him. “Fuck, Julianne, you’re so wet.”

“I need you inside me, babe.”

“You’ll have me. You can let go of the pillow.”

I do and he flips me to my back and then covers me with his long, muscular body again, kissing me deeply and passionately, as if he can’t go another minute without his lips touching mine.

I wrap my legs around his hips, the soles of my feet resting on his thighs and push my fingers into his hair.

“Grip the pillow again,” he whispers against my mouth, but I shake my head no.

“Nate, I need to touch you this morning.” I do. I can’t explain why, I just need to have my hands on him.

He pulls back a bit so he can look at my face, his bright gray eyes searching mine. “What is it?” he asks.

“I don’t know, I just need to feel you.”

“Okay, baby, touch me all you want. I love it when you touch me.” He kisses me again, more gently this time, working that talented mouth over mine and sinking onto me. He lowers his torso, letting me feel his weight. “I’m right here,” he whispers.

I wrap my arms around him and run my hands up and down his back, from his ass to his long thick hair, and back down again, while I rub his thighs with the soles of my feet. I can’t stop touching him, rubbing myself against him. “You feel so good.”

“Let me make love to you, baby.” He nibbles my lips, along my jaw line and over to my left ear. I tilt my head, giving him easier access to this sensitive spot, and he licks under my ear where he knows makes me crazy. “I love how you smell, Julianne. So soft and clean and sweet.” His teeth clench gently onto my ear lobe and I squirm under him. “You feel so damn good, sweetheart. So smooth and firm and small.”

His words are intoxicating me, making love to me as thoroughly as his body is, and I feel my heart rate speed up and my breathing quicken.

“Nate,” I whisper.

“I can’t get enough of you.” His hips start to move in a slow circle, rubbing his hard, thick cock along my folds, the silver ball of his apa massaging my clit, and I arch my back, pushing against him.

“Nate, I need you.” I grip his firm ass in my hands and pull him against me, almost coming undone at the sensation of his long shaft rubbing my lips and the head of his cock, along with the piercing making my clit pulsate, an orgasm working its way through me.

“So beautiful,” he whispers against my neck and pushes his forearms under my shoulders so he’s cradling me, his hands cupping my neck and fingers pushed up into my hair. He holds on and pushes harder, faster, rubbing himself against me. “I love making you come like this.”

“Oh God,” I whisper. Our voices are soft, we’re panting quietly, making love almost reverently. I feel tears pool in my eyes and I close them, the tears spilling down my temples.

“Shh, baby, don’t cry.” He settles his lips on mine again, rubs them back and forth, caressing me and then kissing me sweetly, softly. “Come for me, honey.”

I come apart, silently, my body quaking and pushing against him. He deepens his kiss and pulls his hips down, finding my opening with the tip of his sex and pushes into me, so, so slowly, letting me feel the apa as it slides against the walls of my pussy, and he fills me so completely. He sinks into me to the root of his amazing cock and stops.