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Dagger

I stared at Sinclair for so long that it was almost impossible to tear my gaze from her, and it had almost nothing to do with her curves wrapped in a small black towel. Her words ricocheted around inside my head.

She was pregnant with my baby, and she thought I might not want anything to do with the child.

I fucked up.

I’d fucked up so bad. How could she even think that I wouldn’t want to be involved in my child’s life?

My child . “You’re wrong. I never said I didn’t want more children.

I know I told you I didn’t do commitment, that I didn’t get involved.

But that was before…” I paused, trying to find the words.

Instead I settled with the truth. “That was before you.”

Her fingers stopped playing with the corner of the towel and she looked up at me.

“I love you, Sinclair.” The words shocked me, but only in their timing.

I let the words hang between us, waiting for the fear to take over, but it never did.

“I love you,” I said again, my words firmer this time.

“The last thing I wanted, hell, the last goddamn thing I expected, was to fall in love, but dammit, I am in love. With you.”

“You aren’t upset about the baby? You’re just starting to get closer to Dani. I don’t want this to mess everything up,” her voice was small, and I could see her eyes glistening.

I got to my feet and bridged the gap between us. “I love you. Dani loves you. I think she’ll be so happy when we tell her.”

“It all just seems like everything’s happening so fast.”

“Do you love me,” I asked.

Her eyes fluttered closed then she opened them and gazed up at me, “Yes. I love you, Dagger.”

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding.

“We’ll figure it out. We’ll take it as fast or as slow as we need to.

When I saw that asshole with you, I was so scared.

Love does make you vulnerable, and I know what I said when we first met, and I was wrong.

I’d rip out my fucking heart and give it to you, if that’s what it takes for you to believe that I want this.

I can’t think about living my life without you, Sinclair. Me and Dani need you in our lives.”

“I love you, Dagger.”

I pulled her close and kissed the top of her head. “You love me, and I love you, what the fuck else matters?”

“We’re really going to do this?” she asked.

“Sure, we fucking are,” I growled, and slammed my mouth against hers. I kissed her long and slow and deep until she melted against me. I poured every fucking ounce of what I was feeling into that kiss.

I kissed her again, harder and with more intensity. She moaned and pressed her body into mine, telling me exactly what she wanted. What she needed.

Me.

“I can’t fucking wait to feel you tighten around my cock, can’t wait to hear that small hitch of breath right before you come. Can’t wait for that look of pure bliss when my cock fills your sweet pussy.”

She shook with desire and licked her lips. “It hardly seems fair to make you wait for that.”

“Exactly,” I whispered, and laid her on the bed, stripping the towel off her until she was naked and writhing for me. “I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too, Dagger.”

I took my time, letting my eyes roam over every inch of her perfect body. Her skin was still flushed from the shower, her hair damp and wild around her shoulders, and her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. God she was fucking beautiful and she was mine.

“Dagger…” she whispered, voice thick with emotion and need. Her thighs shifted slightly, inviting me in. “Touch me.”

I moved slowly, deliberately, kneeling at the edge of the bed and brushing my hands up her legs, parting them gently. “I plan to do a whole lot more than touch you, babe.” My voice was rough and low. “I need to taste you first.”

Her breath hitched as I leaned in, pressing a line of kisses along her inner thigh, pausing just before the place she needed me most. I could feel the heat coming off her in waves.

She was already trembling, already breathless, and I’d barely even started.

I flicked my tongue once, slowly, deliberately swirling over her clit—and her hips jerked in response.

“Oh, God…” Her hands fisted the sheets.

I devoured her like a starving man. Every sigh, every moan, every gasp only made me want her more. She was slick, sweet, and completely undone beneath my mouth. I wrapped my hands around her hips, holding her still as she writhed and whispered my name over and over again.

When I slid two fingers inside her, she cried out, back arching off the bed. “Dagger… I’m gonna…”

“Come for me,” I ordered against her slick skin. “Let go, babe.”

She shattered in my arms, hips rocking, breath caught on a scream as the orgasm tore through her like wildfire.

I held her until she calmed, until her thighs stopped trembling around my shoulders.

Then I crawled up her body, kissing her stomach and marveling that my baby was growing in there, then to her ribs, and the valley between her breasts.

When I finally reached her mouth, she pulled me into a kiss so deep it burned.

“I need you,” she whispered against my lips, wrapping her legs around me. “Now.”

I didn’t make her wait. I stripped out of my jeans and lined myself up, rubbing the thick head of my cock against her soaking wet pussy. I looked down into her eyes. “You sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

With one slow thrust, I pushed into her heat. Her gasp met mine, her fingers digging into my back as I filled her. So fucking tight, warm, and perfect. We both exhaled like we’d been holding our breath for weeks.

“God you feel so fucking good.”

I moved slowly at first, savoring the feel of her wrapped around me, the way her pussy clenched and softened with every thrust. Her lips found my neck, her hands my shoulders, and I knew we were both holding on—trying to ground ourselves in each other after everything that had happened.

But the pace didn’t stay slow for long. We were too far gone. Too desperate. Too alive.

I drove into her harder, deeper, catching her moans with my mouth as her body rose to meet mine, stroke for stroke. Her nails scraped down my back and her cries grew louder, more urgent. “Dagger…”

“I’ve got you,” I said, my hips slamming into hers, our rhythm wild and frantic now. “I’ve got you, babe. I’m right here.”

She came again, hard and fast, crying out my name as she clenched around me. The tight pulse of her orgasm dragged mine from me like it was fated. I groaned deep in my chest and thrust one last time, coming hard, buried deep inside her.

We collapsed together, sweaty and shaking, heartbeats thundering in time.

For a long moment, we didn’t say a word. Just held on.

And when I finally spoke, it was with the calm certainty of a man who knew where he belonged.

“With you,” I whispered, brushing her damp hair off her forehead. “And I ain’t going anywhere.”