Page 93 of Dirty Player
He thrust three more times, seating himself balls deep inside of me and at the same time filling me with him as he came, and as he did, he groaned, “Damn. I fucking love you.”
Chapter TWENTY-TWO
OLIVER
Shit.
I’d said it.
It was too soon. Way too fast. I hadn’t meant to say anything, but it had been pulled from my lips with the force of my orgasm, rendering me incapable of holding anything back from her.
She gasped from surprise and her fingers on my cheek flinched. Beneath me, her abs flexed.
I could mask it. I love fucking you. That was what I meant.
Except I didn’t mean that and I’d told her I wasn’t a liar.
“You’re freaking out, aren’t you?” I asked, unable to keep the humor out of my tone in an effort to cover my nerves.
I kept my dick inside of her warm, amazing-feeling cunt and forced myself to meet her in the eyes.
I had never been a sissy, never run from my fears, and I wasn’t going to do it now. Not when I’d laid everything out on the table for her.
“You don’t need to say it back,” I said as I lifted my head and met her gaze, the way she nibbled on her bottom lip. “And I didn’t mean to scare you. Didn’t mean to say it either, but that doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.”
“You…” She blinked rapidly. Her chest thundered against mine as fast as mine was beating against hers. “You love me? Like love me, love me? Or love fucking me love me?”
“I’m beginning to think…” I said, bracing myself on one elbow and pressing my fingertips to her hairline with my other hand. I trailed my fingers through her curls, untangling them from where they’d bunched around her shoulder. “…that there isn’t a part of you that I don’t love, Shannon.”
“Wow.” She swallowed and blinked harshly. “I just…it’s so fast. I wasn’t expecting this.”
“You don’t have to feel the same way.” After her freak-out at meeting my parents earlier, I wouldn’t be surprised. Didn’t mean I didn’t have the fucking urge to hear it, though—to know someone looked at me and felt the way about me as I did about them.
“No,” she said. She relaxed beneath me. “I do. I do feel the same way.”
A slow grin began stretching my lips. “You do?”
“Of course I do. You consume me. Everything about you is something I’m falling in love with. It’s just...the speed of everything scares me.”
“Fuck the speed,” I said, sliding out of her despite wanting to be buried in her forever. “I live my life full throttle, no looking back. No regrets.”
She paused before whispering, “No looking back. I like that. Full speed ahead.”
I rolled to the side and pulled her with me. She wrapped her legs around mine, tangling us together as I brought her lips to mine.
“I love you, Shannon.”
Her lips twitched before her shoulders relaxed and she smiled up at me, thick black lashes rimming her beautiful chocolate-colored eyes. “I love you, too.”
I hugged her to me tighter, kissed her softly so I could show her without words exactly what hearing that from her meant from me, and when she relaxed into my hold, softening toward me and giving me everything she had without words, I pulled away.
“Let me go get a cloth and get us cleaned up so we can sleep.”
Her eyelids opened slowly, as if she was already halfway to dreamland.
I felt the same way.
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