I reach for her, pulling her closer until her breasts are pressed against my chest.

“Josh,” she whispers.

“Don’t you ever worry about how I feel about you.”

We kiss slowly, growing deeper as we take our time. There’s no hurry, but I ache to be inside her—to return home.

She relaxes into me, and I reach for the hooks on her bra. I kiss her until I have to stop to release them.

“Just kissing you makes me so fucking hard,” I murmur.

After working the clasp with my fingers, I slide her bra straps down her shoulders and throw it to the ground.

She crosses her arms. I shake my head, wagging my right index finger at her. “Nuh-uh.”

It takes a moment, but she drops her arms to her side.

“Do you hear me screaming?”

Delaney shakes her head.

“Lie back on the bed.”

She gives me a slight nod, backing up, but pulling me along, her hands on the hem of my shirt. I help her lift it over my head, closing my eyes as she runs her palms over my pecs.

The contented sigh she lets out leaves me opening my eyes to watch her.

“You’re pretty beautiful yourself, Josh Carter.”

“Nothing compared to you.”

Her eyes meet mine, and her cheeks flush with colour. I’m so in over my head with her, just as I was from the day we met. I need her.

“Scoot up the bed.”

She does as she’s told, and I unbutton my jeans, dropping them to the floor. Her gaze never leaves mine, but I don’t miss that her chest is rising and falling faster as her breathing becomes erratic.

Flicking my boxers to the side of the bed, I reach for the waistband of her panties and pull them down her legs.

For a moment, I just take in the sight of her.

Her breasts are fuller than I remember them being, but I guess that comes with having a baby. And those curves …

Delaney’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.

She shrinks under my gaze, and I shake my head. I lie on the bed beside her, and trace a finger between her breasts to the stretchmarks she seems to hate so much.

“Don’t,” she whispers.

“This is where Amelia grew.”

She nods.

“This is where you nurtured our girl until she was ready to come out into the world.” Her expression softens. “You’re so beautiful, Delaney.”

She looks away.

I love the gasp that comes from her when I suck a nipple into my mouth. Her skin is soft and warm beneath my palm as I explore her, trailing my hand down over her stomach.

Delaney laughs. “That tickles.”

I raise my head. “Some things don’t change.”

Her breathing speeds up, and I gaze at her mouth as her lips part when I reach her pussy.