Page 65 of His Wild Heart

“I’m a lucky woman,” I rasp as I reach up and run my fingers through my husband’s beard.

His eyes go soft, and he shakes his head. “I’m the lucky one.”

I smile at him and roll my eyes as I huff out my annoyance. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this argument.

All told, I think there are a million worse things than arguing about who is luckier considering at the end of the day we both win.

He leans over me and takes my mouth in a kiss full of possession and promise. I cling to him, the heat of his body melting me and making me wonder how much time we have before our little one is awake.

“Bridger,” I moan into his mouth and arch my back to press my tits against his chest.

He shushes me and mumbles, “We don’t have much time.”

His hand slides down my body until he reaches the hem of my nightgown. It’s not a maternity one anymore, but I like givingmy husband easy access and he certainly likes seeing me in them, no matter the fabric, as long as I’m not wearing panties.

When his hand glides up my inner thigh, I spread my legs to give him better access. He pulls back from the kiss and eyes my tits as they jiggle with every breath I take. My nipples are hard peaks begging to be sucked.

And he doesn’t disappoint.

Just as he plunges two fingers inside of me, my wetness making the intrusion easy, he strikes and sucks a nipple into his mouth through the fabric.

I gasp, way too fucking loudly, and press a hand to my mouth to muffle the sounds begging to fall from my lips.

“That’s it, Avery,” Bridger’s voice is low and gruff, “you better keep quiet.”

Then he’s pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy, the sound of how wet I am making me writhe on the bed where part of his body is pinning me in place.

My eyes lock with his, and I hope he can see the way I need him since I can’t ask for what I’m craving. The feral grin on his face tells me he knows exactly what I’m begging for with my body.

He hooks his fingers inside of me and brushes against the spot inside of me that has my eyes crossing and my back bowing off the bed.

“So fucking sexy,” he growls. “You’re going to come all over my hand,” he grunts.

When his thumb presses down on my clit, my orgasm washes over me. I have to bite my hand to stop myself from crying out.

I’m panting, my chest heaving, while I try and calm down my breathing. Just as I’m about to reach for my husband, Freya babbles come through the monitor, “Da-da, Da-da!”

We both groan and share a look. With a quick kiss we roll away from each other and set about getting ready to celebrate our baby’s first birthday with our family.

Freya has been a delight, even during those sleepless nights and in those moments when I felt like I was never going to be more than a milk-producing zombie.

And today is her birthday. I almost can’t believe it.

Just as I’m about to step out of our room, Bridger grabs my hips and pulls me back against his chest. He rumbles, “When do you want to start trying for another one?”

I gasp and turn around in his arms. “Another baby? Freya is only a year old.”

He rubs his nose against mine with a smile on his face. “I want a million babies with you, Avery. You are an amazing mother and you’re sexy as fuck pregnant with my baby.”

“Well,” I smile up at him, “when you put it like that, I’m open to trying for another one.”

He kisses me hard and makes me breathless until Freya calls out to him again.

And then he’s in dad mode and I fall in love with him all over again.