Chapter 49

I woke to slow, teasing kisses against the bare skin of my shoulder. Each one left a tickling wetness that made goosebumps rise on my arms as Bratt’s breath blew across it. I hummed softly, a little laugh escaping my mouth as my eyes remained closed.

“Aren’t you worried about Noah walking in on us?” I said sleepily.

“Uncle Travis just came to pick him up,” he said, desire heavy in his voice.

We spent the first few days after the attack healing. We talked through all of our miscommunications, and we apologized properly instead of those clumsy, rambling apologies we’d rattled off when tensions were high.

Finally, on the night we decided to really define what we were to each other, we made love.

He’d wanted desperately to do it again. Hell, I had, too. But a five-year-old with super-sonic hearing down the hallway was a surefire way to kill any bedroom activity.

“Ah, is this what we’ll be doing until we soundproof the bedroom?” I teased, my toes curling as he pressed a kiss to the s