Lord of the Forest (23 page)

He’d heard this argument before. “I know, but it’s time she moved to her own room.”

“I know, but she’s so tiny.”

“She’s Chanku. She has an old soul.”

Keisha laughed, and he knew he’d won this battle, at least for now. Anton rolled to his back, carrying Keisha with him. She raised up with her forearms crossed on his chest and her heavy breasts warm and damp against him.

He felt her turgid nipples where they met his chest, the press of her large breasts, solid with the weight of milk for her daughter. She kissed the end of his nose, teasing.

“I feel you getting hard inside me again, but Lily is waking up and my breasts are about to burst. Worry about that, not about something that’s merely a bad dream.”

He kissed her lips and smiled. The mental link had quietly slipped away. He could worry in peace, now that Keisha was out of his head. “Yes, ma’am. Now take care of our daughter before I decide you’ve not been loved nearly enough this morning.”

Laughing quietly, Keisha slipped her body free of his and headed to the bathroom to wash away the remnants of their lovemaking. He watched her walk, lost in the slow sway of her rounded hips and the deep indentation tracing the sensual curve of her spine. She was so perfect, so trusting. So unwilling to admit to danger, even though she had once endured the worst possible abuse.

He would never let anyone harm her again. Not ever.

She was his world. There was no life without her, and once again, he worried.