Dominics touch, p.9
Dominic's Touch,
p.9
“Maybe I want to get burned.”
He made another deep sound in his throat. Dominic slipped into bed beside her, and his body heat surrounded her. He smelled like the soap from his shower, like wildlife and a fresh spring breeze. She couldn’t help but close her eyes and make a small noise in the back of her throat.
“You like that, baby girl?” he said softly, his mouth by her ear.
All she could do was nod.
He continued to move his hand along her collarbone, then went lower, down her breasts and over her swelled belly. Their baby was due in November.
Dominic moved down the bed and slid the sheet completely off of her, exposing her rounded abdomen. In that moment, this wasn’t sexual. This was sweet and gentle, loving and perfect.
He kissed her belly softly, murmuring words she couldn’t quite hear. She slipped her hands through his dark hair, gently tugging at the strands. He looked up, his big hand covering her stomach, his skin warm.
“I love you,” he whispered and rose up to kiss her.
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, urging him up the bed, and pressed her lips to his. “I love you, too.” They kissed for several long moments before he broke the kiss and trailed his lips along her cheek and to her forehead. “Did I tell you what a wonderful father you’ll be?”
“Not as wonderful as you’ll be as a mother,” he said softly, kissing her temple and pulling her against him.
He moved his mouth back down to hers, ran his tongue over her bottom lip, and she opened for him. Chloe didn’t need to keep telling him how much she loved him.
She’d show him.
Right now. Right here. And every day from here on out.
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They were sated as they lay beside each other, both breathing heavily in pleasure.
He’d fucked his woman good and completely.
He was the reason she was exhausted … the reason she’d come three times.
This rush of energy, this adrenaline boost moved through him because he knew he’d given his girl—his wife—all of that and more.
He breathed hard, his chest rising and falling, his body heating, his heart racing. Glancing over at Chloe, he saw her smile, satisfied smile.
His.
Mine.
Reaching out, Dominic placed his hand on her rounded belly, closing his eyes and feeling happiness move through him.
His baby was in there.
God, I love her, so fucking much it hurts.
He slid his hand up and cupped her face, moving closer so he could kiss her. She was the reason he lived, why he breathed.
Without Chloe, Dominic was nothing, and he’d prove that to her every single day for the rest of his life.
“I love you,” he said again, wanting to scream it at the top of his lungs, let everyone know he finally had the woman he was supposed to have.
Their circumstances might have been fucked up, to say the least, but at least things had worked out the way they were supposed to. And although he knew he was looked at disapprovingly by her family, despite how they acted around her, Dominic didn’t give two shits about that. As long as Chloe was happy that’s all he cared about.
“I love you, too,” she whispered, the sleepy tone in her voice having him smile. She curled against him, and he wrapped his arm around her slender body.
Every day he let this reality sink in. He’d been in a dark place in his life at one point, but it had been Chloe there to pull him out, to make him whole once more.
She was his best friend, his soul mate, the future mother of his children … his everything.
She was his everything.
For her, Dominic would do anything, level the world just so she had a clear path.
And that’s how it would always be.
Epilogue Two
Five years later
His world.
Everything in this room was what Dominic would die for.
Cain, their son, called out for him, his little voice one of the sweetest things Dominic had ever heard.
He smiled and picked Cain up, the little boy talking so fast about the game he’d played at school today that Dominic couldn’t even keep up.
Dominic looked at Chloe, who stood a few feet away, the dinosaur backpack hanging from her hand.
God, she was just as beautiful as she’d ever been.
Over the last six years things had settled down considerably. Her family had come to terms with their relationship, their marriage, and when Cain was born, Dominic had seen all that animosity leave.
All they saw was love.
“Come on, sweetheart,” Chloe said, taking Cain from him and rising on her toes to give Dominic a kiss. “Let’s get you a snack and some water, and then you can play with your toys.”
“We’ll play trains or trucks or whatever you want, buddy,” Dominic said and ruffled Cain’s dark hair.
The sound of Molly, their one-year-old daughter, crying through the baby monitor, had Dominic waving at Chloe. “I’ll get her, baby.” He headed into her room. She stood up in the crib, her arms outstretched, big crocodile tears falling down her cherub cheeks.
“Aw, sweet girl. What’s wrong, Molly?”
She cried harder and clenched her little hands into tight fists.
He scooped her up and gave her kisses until her tears stopped and she rested her head on his shoulder.
Dominic headed out of her room and to the kitchen where he could hear Cain telling Chloe about his day.
“Wow, buddy. It sounds like it was a pretty awesome day.”
He stood in the doorway and just watched them, holding his baby girl as he stared at Chloe, the woman who’d stolen his heart, and Cain, his little big boy, who was the spitting image of himself.
Chloe looked over at him. He smiled at his wife, feeling like he was the luckiest bastard in the world.
There was nothing more important to him than his wife and their children. And he’d make sure there was never a day where they questioned that.
The End
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