Page 6 of Dragon’s Midlife Secret Baby (Shifter Nation: Enchanted Over Forty #1)

His hands moved down and pressed against the small of her back, holding her more tightly against him.

Beck’s mouth pressed harder, too, more hungrily.

Chelsea parted her lips, and she felt her wolf yank her very soul closer to him.

His tongue slid inside her mouth, and she felt a fire illuminate deep inside her.

She twined her tongue with his, delving into the velvety feeling of their mouths against each other.

Tipping her head back slightly, she opened up to him.

Her body pressed closer to his in that same movement as she leaned into him.

A deep rumble of excitement vibrated up from his chest and through his mouth as his hands slipped down off her lower back and clenched possessively around her buttocks.

Beck’s hardness was evident, pushing urgently against his clothes and against hers.

His hands continued to roam, first making slow swirls on her backside, then rising up on each side of her spine, then crossing and closing around her, his arms holding her tightly as if he were holding onto life itself.

Heat flushed through her body. They shouldn’t do this. They’d only just been reunited, and there was still so much that they had to figure out. But how many nights had she dreamed of this very thing, with her subconscious mind so easily remembering what his body felt like against hers?

Beck’s embrace loosened, but it was only because his hands were busy once again. His left roamed down to cup her ass, and his right moved directly up her spine and along her neck until he pushed his fingers into her hair and curled them into a fist.

Chelsea inhaled sharply and knew there was no going back now. Abandoning any thoughts of hesitation or what was right, she ran her hands down the front of his shirt until she found the hem. She lifted it until they had to break their kiss so she could take it over his head.

He helped her as he pulled the sleeves off his arms and tossed the shirt aside. His chest was wide and muscular with a dusting of hair that pointed its way down his abdomen and further below.

She reveled in the touch of his skin, tracing over every vein, every muscle. “You really are real,” she marveled.

Beck’s thumb and forefinger yanked the tie on her wrap shirt. “I am. Now let’s see if you are, too.”

The fabric fell away, and reality hit. Chelsea grabbed the panel of material and held it in place.

“Beck, you should know that I’m not really the same woman I was before.

I mean, I’ve had a child,” she tried to explain.

Her cheeks flushed with a different kind of heat.

She hadn’t been with him or anyone else since Corbin had been born.

He cupped her jaw in both his hands and ran his thumbs gently over her cheeks.

“All that matters to me is that it’s you.

” Beck moved his hands down along the sides of her neck to caress her shoulders.

He bent his head to kiss the gentle curve there, his breath warm on her skin.

“I don’t think I’ve had the chance to tell you how delicious you smell. ”

Chelsea relaxed slightly. Beck had nothing to compare her to if he couldn’t remember everything that’d happened between them before.

That wasn’t ideal, but she knew his intentions were genuine.

Though much of his mind was blocked off, it hadn’t changed who he was.

She put her arms around him and tipped her head to the side. “Thank you.”

Still kissing her neck, he slipped his hand under her undone top.

He traced his way up her stomach until his hand was over her bra, his thumb gliding indulgently along the top of her breast. “I remember this,” he murmured.

“Not exactly, but we were outside. It was nighttime. There was a band playing, and we sat on a blanket. We got there late, and we were toward the back.”

A zing of excitement moved through her, both at the memory and that he knew it. He really was still in there. “It was at the Salem Common. The concert was a fundraiser for the restoration of the bandstand. You said it was fine that we were toward the back because that meant we had more time alone.”

“I kissed you just like this, but I don’t think your top was open,” he said with a laugh that tickled her neck.

“No, but we ended up leaving early.” She let her top fall away.

“Oh, Chelsea.” He grazed the tops of her breasts with his lips as he reached behind her back and unfastened the clasp of her bra.

When she was free of it, he laved her nipples with his tongue, licking and sucking until they formed stiff peaks.

“These are absolutely beautiful. I could be right here all night.”

So could she, but he’d already twisted her up so tightly inside that she knew she needed more. “There are other parts of my body that might be a little jealous of that.”

“Then let’s fix that.” He laid her back on the bed, his hands and eyes studying the curves of her breasts and the softness of her belly as he worked his way down to the waist of her pants.

He flicked open the button of her jeans, and his knuckles grazed against her as he unzipped them.

Beck let out a groan of appreciation as he revealed her panties.

He skimmed his palms along her abdomen, starting at her navel and working toward her hips before slipping his fingers just inside the thin fabric and pulling it away as his touch glided down her thighs.

She felt so alive. Chelsea reached for his shorts and slid them down his hips.

Next came his boxer briefs, which were barely restraining him.

Though she still remembered everything about him, that didn’t stop her from appreciating the hard muscles of his lower abdomen and thighs.

She stroked the silken skin that covered his shaft as he lowered himself down on top of her.

Chelsea wrapped her thighs around his as he sank into her.

He buried himself slowly, moving deeper until they were fully connected.

They remained that way for a moment, not moving or thrusting, just being together.

She closed her eyes and relished that feeling, one that she’d wanted so badly for so long.

His hips moved, thrusting slowly forward and back again, their bodies remaining in contact. It was just the way they used to make love, something he did because he knew how much it did for her. Already she was beginning to feel shivers of energy under her skin as her core began to tighten.

“You lived somewhere else,” he said, sliding his hands beneath her and holding her tightly. “I don’t know where it was, but it wasn’t here.”

“An apartment,” she gasped, arching and angling her body against his. “I had my own place.”

“We made love with the sunshine coming in through the windows.” His voice was husky against the side of her neck.

Her breath quickened. His weight on top of her. His voice in her ear. The pressure of his manhood inside of her. She was living the past and the present. “Yes.”

His girth and pace increased. “You’ve got me spellbound, Chelsea.”

That was exactly what he’d told her when they’d made love in her apartment on a sunny afternoon, when they both had other obligations they should’ve been taking care of but had been unable to resist each other.

The tension inside her reached its pinnacle, and her body exploded with pleasure, her legs twitching.

She dug her nails into his back and cried out but then buried the sound in his shoulder so that no one could hear them.

Her pleasure brought on Beck’s, his hips thrusting against her uncontrollably. His fist hit the mattress next to them as he let out a strangled groan, and then his body sagged against her.

She held him as she caught her breath, smiling up at the ceiling. Now it was hard to understand why she’d hesitated when she had the chance of truly connecting with her lover, her mate.

He moved over next to her and pulled the blanket up over them. “Did we ever go to some sort of garden?” he asked as he reached over and made sure she was covered. “Something with a winding little water feature?”

She snuggled up next to him. “That sounds like the Peabody Essex Museum,” she murmured, laying her head on his chest. “We didn’t have sex there, though.”

Beck kissed her temple. “Maybe not, but something about all of this still makes me think about it.”

“It sounds like this has worked rather well.” She was secretly satisfied with herself to know that, in a way, she had the power to bring some of his memories back.

He laid his arm over her and pulled her tightly against him. “Better than anything else. Give me a few minutes, and maybe we can find some more memories.”

She laughed as she rolled over slightly and threw her leg over his.