EPILOGUE
LEIGHTON MITCHELL WINFREY
River’s hands are on my hips, guiding me while I walk backward through our bedroom door, kissing en route to our bed. “Happy anniversary to you, Mrs. Winfrey.”
“Happy anniversary to you, Mr. Winfrey.”
River came home from that two-month tour and we married six weeks later. I know. We jumped in, but there was no reason to wait. I wasn’t leaving him or Scarlett. And he was never going to let me go. It was just the right thing to do.
That was two years ago. Our marriage hasn’t been a piece of cake. Being apart for long stretches of time when he was touring has been hard. We’ve somehow made it work. But not anymore. River is done touring.
“Have I told you lately how much I love you?”
“You might have told me this morning when you brought me breakfast in bed and when I was getting ready to go out tonight and when you took me to dinner and when we were driving home. But you can tell me again if it pleases you.”
“I love you so much that it hurts. My chest literally aches when I look at you.”
I go up on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his mouth. “I love you too.”
“Put on something sexy for me.”
“You assume that I can still fit into something sexy.”
“You’re not big.”
I put my hand on top of my swollen belly. “Your definition and my definition of big varies greatly.”
I’m two weeks away from my due date, and I’m huge. I don’t know how my belly can get any bigger.
“The size of your stomach validates that we have a healthy baby growing in there.”
“I know. I’m happy for my abdomen to stretch as much as it needs to for him or her to be fat and happy.”
“Forget the sexy lingerie. I just want you naked.”
He undresses me and I do the same for him. When we’re both bare, I push my fingers through the back of his hair as I kiss him. His hands are at my lower back and he pulls me closer, making my pregnant belly press against him.
His hands caress my breasts and he thumbs my nipples. After they harden, his mouth takes turns sucking both. The top of my abdomen tightens into a hard ball, just like every other time he plays with my boobs.
The tightening is a contraction. Not painful, but definitely attention-grabbing.
I sit on the bed and move to the center. He crawls over me, stopping to kiss my stomach. “I can’t wait to meet our baby.”
“Me either.”
He grips my hip and coaxes me to turn onto my side. “Daddy wants it from behind.”
Fine by me; I can’t lie on my back anymore. Feels like I’m smothering.
I get situated, which takes a lot more work than it used to, and he positions himself as though he’s going to spoon me from behind. He bends my top leg at the knee and pulls backwards so it’s resting over his legs. “Are you comfortable like this?”
“I’m good.”
He kisses my shoulder in the bend where it meets my neck and eases into me slowly. “Oh fuck, that feels amazing.”
He pulls back and thrusts several times, groaning with every advance. “Oh, you are so damn tight, Leigh.”
He bends my knee and puts the sole of my foot flat against his thigh so my leg is hiked out. He reaches around and rubs my clit. “I’m going to make you come so hard.”