he was finally going to be naked in a bed with Molly Stillman. That was when it occurred to him that she was Molly Abbott now, his precious wife, the love of his life, and this was one of the most important moments he’d ever have with anyone. They’d come close the other night, but had held off, mostly because he felt she was still upset after telling him about Andrew. Tonight, he had to make it as perfect for her as she was for him, and he had to keep in mind that this act was tied to grief for her.
Hopefully, that wouldn’t always be the case, but her loss of Andrew was part of the equation tonight.
The cold air had him scooting quickly under the covers, where he encountered her warm, naked body. Groaning from the pleasure of her skin against his, he pulled her into his embrace. “This has to be what heaven feels like.”
“Mmm,” she said. “For sure.”
They fell into a deep, sensual kiss that had him dying for more, for everything, in a matter of seconds until he recalled that he’d given no thought at all to birth control since he hadn’t known this was going to happen tonight. “Uh, Mol?” He eased back from the best kiss he’d ever had, even with her.
“Yes?”
“We forgot something.”
“What?”
“Birth control.”
“We’re all set. I saw my doctor a month ago and got on the pill.”
“You… A month ago. Oh.”
“I had a feeling we might not make it until January, and correct me if I’m wrong, but we’re not exactly ready to have a baby.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“We don’t have a stall for him or her yet.”
“Very funny, and just so you know, our children will not sleep in stalls.” He kissed her again, with even more desire than he’d had a minute ago, before he’d known she was protected.
“Whoa,” she said, breathless after a kiss that went on for what seemed like hours. “I need to go on the pill more often.”
“Once is enough, and thank you for thinking of that. I’m glad one of us was making sure we didn’t get too much too soon.”
“You thought of it,” she said, caressing his face with a loving touch that made him crazy for more of her. “Maybe this time next year, we’ll be ready for a baby.” She’d told him she wanted to be a young mother so she could fully enjoy the experience—and then fully enjoy her grandchildren someday.
“That sounds about right. I want you so bad, Mol. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life.”
“More than the Beatles?”
He laughed. “They can’t hold a candle to you.”
“Wow, you must really love me.”
“I really, really love you.”
“Show me, Linc.”
He was more than happy to, taking his time to kiss her until she was squirming under him, pressing against him, asking him for more. Moving down, he kissed her breasts and ran his tongue over the tight tips of her nipples.
She grasped his hair and cried out from the pleasure, which only made him harder than he already was for her.
Keeping up the slow seduction, he kissed her belly and her inner thighs, which quivered under his lips. “Are you cold?” he asked, his voice gruff with desire.
“Not even kinda.”
Encouraged by her enthusiasm, he settled between her legs and gave her his tongue in deep, sweeping strokes that had her straining to get closer. When he slid two fingers into her heat and sucked on her clit, she came with a cry that took him right to the edge of his own release. God, she was sweet and responsive and loving and sexy and beautiful and smart and everything he’d ever wanted in one perfect package.
He moved up so he could see her face when he entered her for the first time.
Her eyes flew open, and her lips parted in a look of wonder that touched the deepest part of him.
“How did I ever get so lucky to find you in this crazy, massive world?” he asked.
“I don’t know, but I’ll always be thankful we found each other.”
“Me too, love.” With his arms around her, he entered her fully, seared by the heat and the pleasure and desire for more. He already knew he’d never get enough of how it felt to make love to Molly. As he moved in her, he watched her carefully, looking for ghosts or grief, but he saw only the same bliss he felt. “Are you okay?” he asked, just to be certain.
“Mmm, so