Page 62 of Ransom for His Secret Son

He lowered his mouth to her breast, kissing her softly before drawing the tight peak between his lips. She let out a sharp moan, her back arching beneath him as he sucked gently.

Her fingers sank into his hair, pulling him closer.

Brody groaned against her skin, kissing his way lower, down the soft slope of her stomach. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the way she was trembling beneath his touch, and it only fueled the hunger roaring inside him.

This wasn’t just want.

It was need.

Brody pressed one last kiss to the dip of her stomach before lifting his head, his gaze locking onto hers. “If we’re going to stop, we need to do it now,” he said.

Remi didn’t hesitate. “I don’t want to stop,” she insisted, the words rushing out with her warm breath.

She kissed him again, her hands urgent now as she slid his shirt off. But she didn’t stop there. Heat pulsed low in his gut, his muscles tensing as she reached for his jeans.

He caught her wrists, stilling her. “I have to get a condom,” he managed to say.

Remi didn’t argue, and Brody forced himself to step away, crossing the hall to his bathroom. His hands were steady as he grabbed what he needed, but the moment he reentered the nursery and saw her waiting for him, all of that restraint unraveled.

The heat fired right back up.

He tossed the condom onto the cot and reached for her, his hands sliding over the curve of her hips as he slowly peeled off her jeans and panties. His breath caught. She was laid bare before him, her skin flushed, her eyes filled with something raw, something vulnerable.

Something that nearly leveled him.

Brody ran his hands down her thighs, savoring the softness of her skin, the way she shivered beneath his touch. She was beautiful. Perfect. And she was his. At least for this moment. He refused to think of anything but this moment. The here, the now.

Remi.

With a low, hungry groan, he leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her stomach before shifting back up, his body aligning with hers as he reached for the condom.

Brody got the condom on, his hands steady even though his body was anything but. His skin burned, his muscles coiled tight with restraint, but nothing could stop the rush of need as he settled between her thighs.

For a moment, he just looked at her—flushed cheeks, her lips slightly swollen from his kisses. She was breathtaking. And clearly as ready to finish this as he was.

He pushed inside her, groaning low in his throat as she welcomed him, her body soft and hot. His restraint snapped. The need was too great, too overwhelming to slow down, to take his time. But he tried. Mercy, he tried.

He pushed into her, each slow stroke sending pleasure spiraling higher. She moved with him, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her nails scraping lightly down his back.

It wasn’t enough.

He needed more. Needed everything.

He kissed her, his mouth greedy, claiming, swallowing the soft sounds of pleasure she made as he thrust deeper. Her breath caught, her body tightening around him, and then he felt it. The climax ripping through her.

Brody lost it.

He let go, following her over the edge, pleasure crashing through him, too strong to stop, too powerful to fight. He buried his face against her neck, his breath coming hard and fast as the last shudders of release moved through him.

Chapter Seventeen

Remi eased the twin she’d just changed and fed back into the crib. Across from her, Brody did the same to the other baby boy.

The nursery was quiet, except for the soft breaths of the babies settling back into sleep, and Remi knew that sleep wouldn’t last long. The pair had already been up four times during the night, and it was still nearly two hours until sunrise.

No wonder parents of newborns always looked exhausted. It was because they were. Exhausted but also incredibly happy. Who knew that two little bundles could fill a person with so much love and the almost overwhelming need to protect them?

Even though the babies weren’t hers, Remi could still feel that happiness, that deep satisfaction of just being with them. And the need to protect them as well. Brody was no doubt feeling that and so much more.