My eyes spring open. A hard rain is battering the house. It’s the dark of night. “Sarah?” I don’t understand that particular moan she just made. Is she in pain? “Sarah?” I say again, reaching for her. My eyes haven’t adjusted to the darkened room. “Baby?” Her hand skims my bare chest and then grazes the front of my boxers, right over my cock. “Jonas,” she whispers softly. “Yes.” Oh, thank you, God. I know that tone in my baby’s voice. That’s pure arousal right there—which means that moan she made a minute ago was the sound of my baby having a sex dream. Hallelujah. These past weeks since Sarah gave birth, her sex drive has been as dead as a doornail (and understandably so). Does this mean her body is beginning to spring back to life again? I pull myself close to her in the warm bed, pushing my rising erection into her, kissing her lips hungrily.
