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kissed my collarbone, my neck, and under my ear before whispering, “Wife. I like how that sounds. Wife.”
    I couldn’t suppress a delighted laugh. “I like how it sounds, too. Husband. That has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
    “I do. Hmm… I do. I do, I do.” Merrick chuckled and kissed my cheek, my forehead, my nose. “Do you want a baby?”
    Shocked, I backed away enough to look into his eyes. “Not tonight.” I laughed. “Maybe someday. Do you?”
    His head tilted slightly as he considered it. His lips curved into a slight smile. “I think I do, Rachael. Something about imagining you with our baby makes me want it to be real.”
    I pressed my forehead to his so we were nose to nose. “You will be a wonderful father. You’ve already had a little practice after all.”
    He threaded his fingers through my hair and held my head in his hands. “Next time I’ll be around for all of it.”
    I grinned and tightened my thighs around his waist. “You couldn’t get away if you tried.”
    Merrick lifted me and settled me down onto him, easing gently into me. I let my head fall back and moaned. “I’d never try,” he whispered against my throat.
    We rocked wordlessly, soundlessly, unhurried. He lifted and lowered me in a gentle, easy rhythm, building pressure inside me so sweet, my eyes stung with tears. Overwhelmingly happy tears.
    It was happening. Merrick and I were engaged. The ring on my finger promised we would be married soon. He wanted a baby. It was unreal to me that he’d asked. We’d never spoken of it—of any of it—but I should’ve known we’d be on the same page. We always were when all of the misunderstanding was stripped away and it was just the two of us, bare to the blinding white truth.

Thirteen
Merrick
    R achael clenched my shoulders tighter and increased her pace, rising and falling on me faster and faster. I felt her tighten and twitch around me. “Yes,” she whispered between moans. I couldn’t hold on much longer. She’d take me with her any second.
    I trained my gaze on her face, knowing exactly how her brows would bunch together over her closed eyes. She’d cry out and then her mouth would remain open, soundless, widening as a rush of breath came out before a whimper. I loved giving her that expression, hearing the ecstasy in her moans and seeing it when she was silently riding the last of the wave.
    God, she was so tight. So hot and wet. She gritted her teeth and rode me hard, determined to get what she wanted. What she needed. “Take it,” I whispered. I thumbed her nipples, groaning as she rose even higher and slammed down onto me.
    If she didn’t come fast, I was going to throw her on her back and make her come. This was torture of the most amazing kind, but I needed to explode inside her and feelthe spasms of her orgasm around my cock. “Come for me, baby.”
    She was a woman possessed. Her eyes pierced mine, begging without a word as her hips ground against mine, seeking, eager, desperate to find release. Gently, I pushed her a hand’s-width away from my body and eased my palm down between us, gliding over her sweat-dampened skin. My thumb slipped between her slick folds and zeroed in on the sweet spot that would give her what she needed. I rubbed her quickly, firmly, and she bucked up from my lap with her head thrown back. “Right there,” she cried, impaling herself back down onto me. “Yes, Merrick. Right there.”
    She rode me fast and hard as I worked her with my thumb, taking a hard, pebbled nipple into my mouth and sucking it, nipping it with my teeth. She groaned and ran her nails across my back. “Yes—that—oh God!”
    Her muscles gripped around me, pulsing in perfect spasms. My own throbbing started and I let it come, sweeping over me like a tidal wave. Our bodies pressed tight, grinding, contracting, taking and giving in perfect unison. I wove my fingers in her hair and held her to me tightly before laying her back on the bed and easing