Softly at Sunrise

Chapter 8

“Did you enjoy your evening out?” Ethan asked as he pulled her down against him on the couch.

She snuggled in his arms, enjoying the feel of his bare chest against her cheek.

She’d changed into another of the sexy little night outfits she knew drove him crazy, and he was wearing his boxers. She loved evenings like this when they just snuggled on the couch and watched television or even just talked about nothing at all.

“It was fun. It’s been awhile since we did anything together. Everyone’s been so busy, and Sarah and Garrett and Nathan and Shea were off on their honeymoons.”

“And we were moving,” he added.

“Yes, finally,” she said with a happy sigh.

He went still against her, his breathing soft and even, but he was tense, his muscles firm and unrelaxed. After a moment she pushed herself upward and cocked her head in a questioning manner.

“Is something wrong, Ethan?”

His brow furrowed a moment, and then he pushed up to his elbow so their faces were more level. He seemed hesitant to say what was on his mind.

“I get the impression you were eager to move,” he began.

She nodded.

“I mean I know you were excited about the new house. I guess I don’t understand…”

He drifted off and then closed his lips, almost as if he’d decided not to bring up whatever it was that was nagging him.

“What don’t you understand?” she prompted.

“I admitted that I was surprised you went with a design so dramatically different than our old house. It was almost as if you wanted nothing at all to be the same. And then you seemed so relieved when we moved out, and I’ve noticed that you’re happier since we started living here.”

She studied him a moment, hating the conversation she knew they were going to be forced to have. “That bothers you.”

She didn’t pose it as a question because it was obvious that it did bother him.

“Yeah, I guess it does,” he admitted. Then he shook his head. “It’s stupid of me. I’m just glad you’re happy. I want you to be happy.”

“I am,” she said gently.

“But you weren’t happy at the old house.”

Slowly she shook her head, knowing she couldn’t lie to him. She wouldn’t lie to him, not even to spare his feelings.

“Why?” he asked, his voice cracking with that one word.

She pushed herself upward until she’d repositioned herself so that she sat opposite him with her knees bent against his chest and her hip firmly nestled into his groin.

“You have to understand what it was like for me,” she said in a low voice. “Regaining memories at random times. And each time something came back to me, it was fresh and vibrant in my mind. As though it had just happened instead of years before. Not all of them were happy memories.”

She glanced helplessly up at him, knowing there was no way to make it any easier for him to hear.

He flinched but maintained her gaze, as if he were determined to pay his penance and not back away from the reminder of the things he’d said and done.

“Some of the worst moments of my life happened in that house,” she said, an ache in her voice. “I just felt that if we were ever truly going to have a fresh start, that we had to begin with a completely clean slate. And we have that now. A brand new home just in time for the precious babies we’ll have. A place where we can start over and make new memories to replace the painful ones.”

Moisture glimmered in Ethan’s eyes before it was blinked away. Then he pulled her down, his hand cupping the back of her neck. Their foreheads touched and then their mouths.

“I love you,” he said, his voice clogged with regret and so much pain.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

“This house will hold only happy memories for you,” he vowed. “For you and me and the babies. We’ll start right.”

She smiled. “Yeah, we will.”

“We haven’t yet christened the new bedroom,” he said, his voice husky and laced with suggestion.

“Mmm, however did we miss out on that?”

“It’s an error I have to correct immediately.”

“I agree.”

He sat up and then scooted down the couch so he could get up without sending her sprawling. Then he simply reached down and plucked her from the sofa.

She landed gently against his chest, his arms firmly around her. Protective. And so loving.

He carried her into the bedroom and laid her out on the bed, staring down at her with sinful promise in his eyes.

His hands skittered up her thighs, and he slid his fingers underneath the waistband of the satin shorts. As he began to slowly pull them down, his eyes darkened, and he stared accusingly at her.

“No underwear? You intended to seduce me all along.”

She gave him an exaggerated innocent look, widening her eyes as she stared up at him. “Maaaaybe.”

He chuckled and then lowered his mouth to the soft juncture of her legs, pressing a kiss to the vee. She shivered and closed her eyes as chill bumps raced each other over her belly and to her breasts.

As he nuzzled deeper into the soft flesh between her legs, his hands wandered upward, sliding the top up over her breasts. Just as his fingers found her painfully erect nipples, his tongue swiped over her clitoris sending another spasm of bone-melting pleasure through her body.

Her palm glided through his hair as her fingers flexed and curled against his head. It was an erotic image, her guiding and directing him, holding him there so his tongue hit just the right places.

She moaned softly and arched into him as she reached for the pleasure he offered.

He lifted his head and then moved up her body to remove the top completely. After he’d tossed it away, he lowered his head to her belly. Framing her waist in his big hands, he bestowed the most tender of kisses right over her womb where their children were nestled.

“Your mama and your daddy can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered against her skin.

“Ethan, I need you,” she pleaded, her heart so full of love she was near to bursting. “Make love to me, please. I don’t want to wait. I need you inside me.”

He didn’t move right away. Instead he pressed a trail of kisses up her midline before moving to her breast. He licked a trail around one puckered nipple and then sucked it into his mouth.

He was exquisitely gentle. He seemed to know just how tender her breasts were as a result of pregnancy. The slightest manipulation had her gasping for breath and her senses screaming for mercy.

His dark head moved to the other nipple, and he lazily traced a similar line around the hard peak before tucking it in his mouth to suckle.

In turns he gave each breast careful tugs with his mouth, increasing her pleasure and weaving delicious tension into her body. She coiled tighter and tighter as his hand slid between her legs to work its magic against her damp, swollen flesh.

“Inside me,” she gasped out. “Ethan, please.”

She was desperate for that connection. For them to be joined in the most intimate way two people could be joined. She wanted to feel his big body hovered protectively over hers. To feel him driving in and out as she stretched to accommodate him.

Her eyes closed as he rotated over her, his leg moving aggressively over hers as he prepared to mount her.

Oh but she loved how small and delicate she felt underneath his solidly muscled body. The body of a warrior. Lean and hard. No spare flesh anywhere. There was power in his every movement. It was why he always took such care with her. It would be so easy to hurt her with his strength.

“I want you with me,” he said in a hoarse, needy voice.

She slid her hands up his arms to his broad shoulders where she let her fingernails dig in, marking him.

“I’m always with you, Ethan,” she said softly.

He closed his eyes and groaned as he positioned himself at her opening. She could see the strain in his jaw. Knew how hard he was working to hold himself back.

Then he pushed inward, sliding into her, stretching her and forcing her to accommodate his width.

She sighed and melted back against the mattress. The sensation of fitting so snugly around him was blissful. There was no part of her that was untouched by his possession.

He flexed himself upward to push her legs higher. It forced her to take all of him, angled so he could slide all the way. His hips met the backs of her legs then pressed firmer still as he pushed even harder.

She was on fire. She fidgeted restlessly as he withdrew and thrust deeply again. And then again.

His mouth came down hot and wet against her shoulder and worked its way up to her neck. Breathless, scorching, open-mouthed kisses. His tongue worked over her earlobe, and then his teeth grazed the sensitive skin underneath.

She shuddered uncontrollably as her orgasm swelled, flashing like a sky full of fireworks. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through her body, faster and faster, tighter and tighter, until it all released in one huge tumultuous burst.

Wrapping her arms around him, she held him close, absorbing his taste, his smell, the feel of him so deep inside her. His steady heartbeat against hers. The warmth of his body as it covered hers.

“I love you,” she whispered against his skin. “This is our time. Our beginning. You, me, and our children.”

He shuddered against her, her words seeming to drive him over the edge. He plunged deep and then went rigid atop her as his body shook and heaved.

He gathered her into his arms, molding her against him as he pulsed within her.

“I love you too, baby,” he whispered back. “Always. You’re mine. Always mine. I’ll never let you go again.”

She smiled, hugging him that much harder. No matter what the future held for them, she knew they would face it together. She’d never have to be alone again.