Fiona
I was standing in the nursery, watching Lexi sleep, when I heard Alex walking up behind me. He’d just gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago and was still fragrant, piney-fresh, and emanating wet heat. His hair was damp, and he was dressed in only a white undershirt and a pair of black boxer-briefs.
“What are you thinking about?” he whispered into my ear before planting a kiss just underneath it. He wrapped his arms around me and for a moment I let my weight fall back against the comforting heat of his massive body.
Then I turned around, looking from his eyes to the door and back. Meaning, of course, “let’s go talk elsewhere.”
We made our way back to our room quietly. I sat at the table while Alex poured two cups of his special, spiced coffee, which he’d been brewing while I
