Chapter Ninety-four Estera Roberts’ POV (Present Time)

We must have fallen asleep because when I regained consciousness sometime later, we were both spooning on the bed. I could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest behind me. My head was tucked under his injured arm which he placed over my head and the other one cupped one of my breasts. One folded leg was in between mine and I could feel the warm feel of his cock against my core. He had an erection but I knew he was asleep. I smiled. The room was quiet except for the soft breathing of my boys and I couldn't hear any sound from outside as well. I let out a sigh, thinking if nobody had paged me yet that meant my patients were doing well.
Craning my neck to check the time on the clock hung on the wall flanking my desk, I saw it was 5 a.m. in the morning. I settled back against Evan, thinking of going back to sleep, but the feel of his cock in between my legs was a great distraction and also a scenario for naughty thoughts.
I shut my eyes and didn't know when I started to rub gently against him until I felt moist between my legs. Pushing back my ass, I repositioned my body well enough to have his broad crown pressing against my opening. And since I was so wet it made it easy for his cock to slip inside me just a little. I lifted the leg laid over his--breathing audibly now--and push back, but then a firm hand gripped my hips. My heart lunged and pleasure ricocheted inside me at the sudden thrust of his cock invading my body. I moaned. Evan's chest shook against my skin and his lips brushed the nape of my neck, trailing down to the back of my shoulders as he edged lower and started to thrust steadily inside me, bringing tears to my eyes.
"Good morning, love," he rasped. I couldn't help it. That sentence spoken in that husky tone made me emotional. I shook with tears. I have wanted this for so long; we both did. It was a dream come true for both of us. He holds me steady in his arms, making me crane my neck sideways so he could take my lips. He whispered, “Shh … It’s okay, my love.”
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Because of his wound, he couldn't have a shower with me afterwards, and so I took great pleasure in sponge bathing him, making him lay naked on the patient’s bed, I used a warm towel to scrub the entire length of him. By the time I was done, his cock was pulsating. I threw the towel aside, lowered my face to his groins and took him into my mouth. He surged in reflex and grunted, swallowing a moan, trying not to wake the twins. I licked and sucked him, pumping him into my mouth with my fingers wrapped around his hilt, and intermittently stroking his balls. He reached for me, running his long, slim fingers into my hair.
"Baby…" he breathed, sounding utterly vulnerable. I used my free hand to stroke his taut stomach, tracing the ridge of his abs, and up to his well-defined pectorals. When his breathing became fast and shallow I knew he was close, I increased my pace, sucking him hard and tightening my hold around him. He came hard into my mouth, spasming on the bed. I've always enjoyed doing that to him — causing him to lose control. Breathing hard, he watched me lick my lips. A sexy smile tugged the side of his lips and he pulled me to lie atop him. He wrapped his good arm around my shoulders, burying his face in my hair. I heard him inhale deeply.
"I have missed you doing that to me," he rasped.
"I'm here now…"
"Yes, baby. You are. And I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again," he rasped with feelings into my hair.
I pressed hard against him. And just lay there in his arms for a while. When his breathing slowed. I got off of him and helped him to wear his boxers and trousers not wanting anyone to come in and see his nakedness. A twinge of possessiveness raked me inside. Draping his shirt over his long broad torso, I went to carry Adrian to bathe and changed his clothes. He was still sleepy which made the experience a tad peaceful. He looked adorable with his drooping eyelids, regardless, he still tried to carry on a conversation with me, telling me as best as he could all the mischief they got into with their father a few hours before. I doubt I would stop marveling at how so much like Evan my sons were. When he opened his small eyes long enough to hold my gaze, Evan's same colored smoldering gaze flashed in my head. Man! It would be tough to live without him with our boys as a constant reminder of him. I was so glad I would never have to live through such torture. I took care of Ro next. And after wearing a new pair of clothes for them, I rummage through their baby bags for their cereal.
It didn't take long to make it for them. I powered the coffee machine to brew some coffee and then went to sit on the sofa with the stroller in front of me to feed them. With their gentle baby prattling and Evan's soft breathing, I couldn't help feeling content.
Cleaning their mouths afterwards, I left them to play with their toys and thought to order breakfast from the hospital cafeteria. It wouldn't be the world-class food Evan was used to, but it was decent. I just didn't want him to take his antibiotics and painkillers on an empty stomach. Putting a call through to the kitchen, I asked for what they had and ordered Greek yoghurt, eggs, fat-free milk, berries, whole-grain waffles, peanut butter, multi-grain cereal, vegetable omelets, turkey sausage, and fresh fruit juice.