Her lower lip quivered. “So you do want the baby? You’re not just saying that?”
“I love you, Greer. I want you and our baby.”
Her eyes filled with more tears. “I love you, too, Asher. I always have. I’m so sorry about Donna.”
He pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry about the fake wedding and the fake contracts.”
She pinched his side. “That was pretty lousy of you. Did it have to be a fake wedding? I worked my ass off for them, you know.”
“You’re a wedding planner. I couldn’t think of any other way to force you to be around me than to be in the wedding itself.” He stroked her soft, gorgeous hair. God, it was like a dream having her in his arms again. She felt perfect against him. Like she belonged there. Hell, she did belong there. “I was wrong to do it.”
“You were.”
“I made mistakes.”
“Mmm.” Her cheek pressed against his heart.
“I’ve fucked up a million times. I admit it.”
“Like getting me pregnant?” Her voice was soft.
“Nailing you in the gardens was my favorite mistake,” he admitted. “It woke me up and made me realize you were there all along. It gave me you and the baby. How can I regret any of that?”
“I’m glad, too, in a weird way.” She looked up at him. “I hated you and hated that my life was out of control and that I was so stupid. But it did bring us together.”
He grimaced. “Best worst first date ever.”
Greer chuckled. “You’re lucky I’m a forgiving sort.”
“I’m beyond lucky,” he said, and caressed her lovely cheek. Her lovely face. He traced the backs of his fingers along her jaw. “I love you. If you can forgive me for being utterly blind for so long, I want you and the baby both in my life. Forever. Always.”
Her eyes shone with tears but there was a bright smile on her gorgeous face. “I love you, too.”
“I never want you to leave me again.”
“I won’t.”
He lifted her into his arms. “Not even for a change of clothing.”
Her mouth quirked and she looped her arms around his neck to support herself as he hauled her into the air. “Can I go to the bathroom by myself at least?”
“We’ll discuss bathroom privileges if you’re a good girl.”
“I’m the best girl.”
God, hearing her say that sent a bolt of lust straight to his groin. “Fuck yeah, you are.”
Her dark eyes grew liquid with heat, and her fingers lightly pushed at the back of his head, encouraging him forward for a kiss.
Like he needed urging?
He captured her mouth with his and then Greer’s hands were all over him. She made a little hungry noise in her throat that drove him crazy, and he groaned and blindly began to maneuver their twined bodies toward the couch. Fuck the bed, the couch was a lot closer. When his leg found the couch, he carefully leaned forward and tipped them onto the cushions.
“Here?” She gasped against his mouth.
“Here,” he agreed.
“Good idea.” She ripped at his shirt, her hands frantic.
Damn, this woman was sexy. He was the luckiest man alive. He tugged at her leggings, trying to rip them down her legs even as she twisted against him. It was like they were in a race to undress each other, and he was determined to win.
“You should probably get off me so I can take my clothes off,” she said breathlessly, even as her hand moved to his belt and began to undo it.
“Fuck that,” he told her, and hauled her leggings down her thighs. He got them to her knees and figured that was good enough. Her panties went next, and then he grabbed the bunched material and hauled her legs into the air. “This seems like a pretty sweet situation to me.”
She giggled and tried to pull at his clothing, but her trapped legs prevented her from moving. She wiggled, her beautifully brown bottom enticing him along with the expanse of rounded thighs. “I’m stuck.”
“You are, aren’t you?” He deliberately pressed her knees forward, until they were practically on her breasts. It exposed even more thigh and her sweet, slick folds to his view. “Is this hurting you?”
“No.” She wiggled again.
“Good.” He slid a hand to her sex and rubbed the gleaming wetness between her thighs. She jerked against him and moaned hard, her hands flying to the couch cushions as if to anchor herself. “You’re so wet already. How is that possible?”
“Kissing you,” she breathed, and rocked against his hand when he fingered her again. “Kissing you does it for me. I love it when you touch me.” She gave him a soft look. “Love you.”
He groaned. His heart felt like bursting in his chest. He’d never been so damn happy in his life. “I love you too, sweetheart,” he said, voice hoarse. His hand went to his pants and he finished undoing his zipper, freeing his cock. “And I’m going to take you hard and fast right now—”
“Yes!”
“—because I can’t wait.”
“Me either.” Her hands gripped the cushions and then she arched when he stroked her pussy again. “Please, Ash. Please.”
He couldn’t wait to claim her. In one swift motion, he pushed her knees forward again, her legs pinned between his chest and hers. It left her pussy wide open for him and he fitted the head of his cock against her slick entrance and nudged at her core. She was hot and wet for him, and he pumped into her in a swift motion.