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sniffled rather loudly against his chest.
    My dream rushed to the forefront of my mind.
    Baby fingers . I felt slightly confused. I have never dreamed of…
    The wheels of my early morning brain continued to turn.
    Oh my god . I gasped at my revelation.
    “Lily?” Kyle asked nervously, awaiting my response.
    “I think I had a dream about…my sister’s baby.” The words felt foreign on my tongue. My heart ached as I mourned another life that had been lost on that day…a life that had never had a real beginning.
    “I was trying to reach for him.” I took a deep breath, not knowing if the baby had even been a boy. “His little fingers were outstretched to me, too. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t grab him. Then, someone with large hands swooped him away from me.”
    The sun was beginning to rise, and I could see the soft outline of Kyle’s features. He regarded me quietly for a moment, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.
    “Maybe that was a higher power stepping in, letting you know that he is okay,” he said.
    My eyes broadened at Kyle’s words, and I pondered the idea briefly. In a way, it did kind of make sense. It was a better way to perceive my dream than what I had thought of as a bad guy stealing the baby. I exhaled, feeling relief from the positive spin on the scenario.
    “I like that point of view better,” I replied quietly.
    Kyle’s eyed me nervously as I pivoted on the hammock. He was probably hoping I wouldn’t flip us over. I placed my legs in between his and put my elbows on each side of his chest, looking down at his face.
    “Let’s talk about something happier.”
    The corner of Kyle’s mouth turned into a sexy grin. “You agreed to move in with me yesterday.”
    “Holy shit, I did!” I screeched playfully. “I take it back!”
    Kyle growled as he gripped my behind and pulled me up the length of his muscled body until we were face-to-face. His breathing accelerated as his eyes bore into mine. My need for him started in the deepest part of me, begging for release.
    “Too late, beautiful. You. Are. Mine.”
    Kyle’s mouth closed over my lips. Ours tongues mingled together, stroke for stroke. His hands came up around my face, pulling me against him. I groaned into his mouth and kissed him feverishly. I wanted to be even closer. I needed to feel his skin brushing against my own.
    He belongs to me just as much as I belong to him.
    I lifted his shirt carefully while trying not to rock us. I kissed his stomach tenderly as my fingers stroked the patch of hair leading from his navel to below his waistline.
    Kyle groaned. “Lily, if you keep doing that, you won’t have to worry about us falling. I’ll end up tackling you to the ground.”
    I suppressed my grin, taking it as a challenge, as I continued to kiss his stomach, focusing on his abdominal muscles. I wanted to memorize each delicious inch of his body.
    Yesterday had emotionally drained both of us. Today, I desperately needed to feel a physical connection with my hands on his body and his on me.
    He tensed as I slowly kissed my way up his side, reaching his lower rib cage. His exhale was followed by a shudder that vibrated his body along with mine. My desire for this man flowed throughout every possible nerve ending, intensifying with every touch.
    “Lily…”
    I heard the urgency in his tone, and I could not help but feel the same way. Kyle turned me onto my back and lifted his leg over mine, ready to straddle me, until the hammock swayed to the right. I squealed while instantly trying to counter the weight, but it was too late. The hammock flipped over and threw us on the ground. Kyle landed on top of me, but he’d braced most of his weight on his forearms and knees.
    “You—” I started to say.
    He kissed me, and I laughed.
    “Made—”
    He kissed me again, harder this time.
    “Us—”
    He took my mouth and deepened the kiss. He tugged at my lower lip before gently sucking it into his mouth, making me groan. His