The mere mention of feeding had my breasts aching, and I groaned.
Cannon massaged my upper back, kneading his fingers into my tense muscles without me having to tell him where I ached.
“Mmm,” I sighed against his chest. “That feels amazing.”
“Careful,” he warned. “Talk like that, and I definitely won’t let you sleep.”
Instantly, I melted for the man.
“I’m very much awake now,” I said, glancing up at him.
He cocked a brow at me, then flicked his tongue over my lips. “How awake?”
“Fully,” I teased and backed out of his touch until I’d found the bed. I untied my robe and let it fall to the floor. I had nothing underneath except my soft cotton panties.
Cannon hissed, his eyes taking their fill of my post-baby body. “You’re incredible,” he said, spanning the distance between us. “Gorgeous.” He dropped to his knees on the bed and kissed the planes of my tummy. “Mine,” he growled as he nipped at my inner thigh.
“Impatient,” I growled back as he teased me over my panties.
He laughed, dipping his head between my thighs, and sliding the fabric to the side. He slid one finger between my heat, then two, and I arched against his hand.
“So wet,” he said. “I love how responsive you are for me.”
A moan was my only response as he worked me with those fingers and that mouth until finally, I lifted my hips high off the bed, silently demanding he take my underwear off.
He obliged, as well as striping bare for me, and the sight of him, even after all this time, made my mouth water.
Cannon settled between my thighs, our bodies aligned as he teased my center with the tip of his hard cock. His eyes burned into mine before he kissed me, a claiming of lips and tongue until I was a writhing, needy mess beneath him.
“I love you,” he said and punctuated those sweet words by sliding into the hilt.
I moaned, breathless as I nipped at his bottom lip. “I love you,” I breathed against his lips. I rolled my hips, adjusting to the sheer size of him, my entire body trembling with coiled heat.
Cannon pulled all the way out only to slam home again, sending waves of electricity crackling along my skin. Again and again, the man claimed me, body and soul until both our breaths were ragged, and sweat slicked our bodies.
More, I always wanted more when it came to Cannon Price.
And he constantly delivered.
Driving into me faster, harder, he took us to that sweet edge until my body crashed and shattered, trembled, and sparked beneath him. Until he found his own release inside me, and I was wrung with pleasure and sheer, delicious exhaustion.
Cannon gently cleaned us up before tucking me into his side, our faces nose to nose as we lay in bed, simply breathing in each other’s presence. My lids heavy, my muscles loose, I practically melted into his arms.
“Thank you,” he whispered as I nearly drifted into sleep.
“For what?” I asked.
“For loving me for me. For giving me the world. For making me a better man.” He kissed my forehead, holding me close.
“It’s not hard,” I said. “Loving you is as easy as breathing, Cannon Price.”
He smiled down at me. “Only for you,” he argued.
“Tell that to your daughter.”
Water coated those dark eyes, the smile on his lips free and genuine and raw. I reached up and kissed him, soft, easy, loving. Silently showing him just how damn easy he was to love, and hoping one day he’d accept it.
Until then, I certainly didn’t mind proving it to him every single day for the rest of our forever.
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GAGE
Getting a three-year-old to sleep should be an Olympic event.
“Is that better?” I asked Lettie, smoothing back her thick brown hair from those summer blue eyes as she drained the small glass of water. She nodded, her smile full of tiny, gapped teeth as she settled back against her pillow.
If hockey was my world, where I made my living breathing the game, the ice, the needs of my team, then Lettie was my sun—the only thing in this universe that thawed my heart.
She was also the only thing I’d ever be caught waxing poetic about, but I couldn’t help it, I was owned by a tiny three-year-old.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she said, but the way she plucked at her covers and wiggled her tiny feet told me there was something else on my daughter’s mind.
“What’s up, sunshine?” I asked.
She looked up with excited eyes. “I like that Bailey is here.”
“Me too,” I said, unable to stop the smile that spread across my face at her happiness.
“I like Bailey.”
A small chuckle rumbled through my chest. “Well, me too,” I said, ruffling her hair.
“And now she’s here all the time? Mornings and everything?”
“Yep,” I answered, reaching for her bedside table. Bringing Bailey to live with us as Lettie’s full-time nanny was a no-brainer. As often as I’d need her to travel with me for away games, and with the unpredictability of my schedule, it was really the only way for her to have a life...for either of us to. She’d been doing the job for six months already, but with the season starting up, it was the right time.
“So when I get up she’ll be here?”
I paused before turning out the light and took a deep breath. “Yes, but Lettie, let’s wait until the clock has a seven on it, okay? Not everyone likes to party at five a.m.”
She bounced slightly, her eyes lighting with mischief. “I just can’t wait to see her.”
“You just saw her, remember? She tucked you in,” I said, bringing her covers back up to her chin and urging her to lay down.
“I know, wasn’t it amazing?”
I leaned forward, kissing her forehead. “Yes, it was amazing. And it will be amazing again tomorrow night.”
“She’s the best,” she said, her eyes as wide as her smile. “Maybe she wants to see me before the sun is up!”
I pursed my lips, fighting the laughter that came so easily around my daughter, but only her. “Scarlett McPherson, you leave Bailey alone until morning. Do you understand me?”
Her lower lip extended in the cutest damn pout. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Okay. I’m going to run for a little bit, so if you need me I’ll be in the gym, okay?”
She nodded and flung herself forward, hugging me tight.
I held her close, savoring the smell of her strawberry shampoo, and the simple joy she emanated. Everything was simple in her world—her daddy loved her and Bailey adored her.