I link my fingers with hers and slowly slide inside. Christ, she fits me like a fucking glove.

“You’re incredible,” I whisper against her lips. “Gorgeous. Sassy.”

Her lips tip up in a grin, and then she groans when I grind myself against her, pressed as deep as I can go.

“Go faster,” she pleads.

“No.” I nibble her lips lazily, enjoying her. “We’re going to enjoy ourselves for a while.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m enjoying it.” She tightens around me, and I see stars. “Just go a little faster.”

I can’t resist her. I pick up the pace just a bit and watch as she arches her back in pleasure, her cheeks and chest flushed with desire.

She’s everything I’ve ever wanted in this world.

I take her higher and watch with amazement as she tumbles over into the first orgasm. She clenches around me, her nails digging into my arms as she holds on for dear life.

And when that one subsides, I go even faster, a touch harder, and watch as her mouth opens, and she moans in delight.

“Oh my God, Keegan.”

“That’s right, love. Give me more.”

“I can’t.”

I smile down at her. “You can.”

She shakes her head against the pillow, but when I reach between us and plant my fingertip against her already swollen clit, she cries out and comes spectacularly. The pressure building at the base of my spine erupts, and I fall over with her into paradise.

As soon as I can breathe again, I roll to the side and cradle Izzy to me.

“Good morning, my love.”

She smiles and lets out a little laugh. “This is the best morning I’ve had in a long while.”

“I think you should nap for a bit,” I suggest. “Get some rest for a bit and recharge.”

“You should nap with me,” she says on a yawn. “Also, can I just say that I’m so happy the nausea is starting to get better? Who knew ginger would help?”

“I guess people do drink ginger ale when they’re sick,” I say.

“I’ve never heard of that,” she replies. “My nanny always gave me Sprite.”

“Did it help?” I brush the hair off her face as she nuzzles against the pillow to fall asleep.

“I don’t remember. I don’t get sick very often.”

I lean in and kiss her nose. “It’s glad I am that you’re feeling better. It’s a helpless feeling to watch you suffer. I’d gladly take it away, take it on myself if I could.”

“No, men are babies when they’re sick. I’d rather just deal.”

I laugh and kiss her again. “Sleep.”

“Are you going to nap with me?”