His eyes are shimmery and shiny in the darkness, and I know he has given this a lot of thought. “Are you sure, Jake? You don’t have to take that step—”
“I want to take that step. I love them. I want them to be ours.”
“They’re already ours.”
“I asked the kids,” he blurts out.
My breath stalls. “And?”
“And they said yes.”
My voice comes out as a squeak. “They did?”
He nods. “They did. If it’s okay with you.”
“It’s okay with me,” I whisper.
“Really?” His voice hitches.
“Yes, really. I trust you to take care of them, no matter what. If anything happens to me, they would be yours. I want you to have legal standing with regard to them. So if they agree, then my answer is yes.”
Jake leans forward and grabs me, kissing me softly and sweetly. Then he rolls me beneath him. He toys with the neckline of my white nightgown. “Is this new?”
“Yes. Aunt Carole gave it to me.”
“It’s really lovely,” he says, staring into my eyes
. “Do you think we could take it off?”
“Right now?”
He kisses me. “Yes. Right now,” he murmurs against my lips.
He reaches down with his right hand and rucks up the hem of the nightgown. Then he helps me sit up and he lifts it over my head. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he breathes. He reaches behind me and unhooks the nursing bra I usually sleep in, and pulls it down my arms. He cups one breast in his hand, massaging gently.
Over the past few weeks, Jake and I have gotten to know one another’s bodies. He knows what turns me on, and I know how to get him hard. I reach down between us and find him hard and waiting. I shove his lounge pants down over his hips, using my feet to push them all the way off, and grab his ass to pull him against me.
Jake groans and buries his face in my shoulder. “You’ll never believe what I did,” he says.
I grab his hair and lift his face up to look into mine. “What did you do?”
“I forgot condoms,” he says sheepishly and pokes out his bottom lip.
I laugh and wrap my legs around him. “Do you ever think you might want a kid of your own, Jake?”
“I have kids of my own,” he says. “Don’t I?” He rocks against my heat.
“I wouldn’t mind one more,” I say, and he slips inside me.
“Are you sure?” he asks, waiting just barely inside.
“Yes.”
He pushes hard inside me, going as deep as he can.
“God, you feel good,” he says, pulling back and then pushing into me again. He makes short, shallow strokes, and I can already feel the warmth building inside me. Suddenly, he pulls out and slides down, spreading my thighs wide with his palms as he licks up my slit.
“Jake,” I say. “Come back up here.”