I laughed. “What was that noise for?”
“It does something to me when you roll your eyes at me.”
I swallowed hard. “Well, good.”
He raised his eyebrow. “Good?”
“Yeah good. Because I just told you that I’m not broken.” I stared into his eyes. “I’m standing here with a heart that wants you.I’m here because I love you. Because I want you. And you’re the only person I’m thinking about. I swear.” I swallowed hard and grabbed the condom I’d hidden in my bra. “And I think it’s about time we both let ourselves be happy.” I placed the condom in his palm.
For a second he just stared at me.
Please, Miller. Want me back. Want me for me. Believe in me.
Then his fist closed around my hand and he backed me up against the stone fireplace. His hand caught my hip, holding me firmly in place.
Fuck.
“You’re everything, Brooklyn.”
Something about the way he said it made me want to cry. Not everything tohim. Just…everything.
“I don’t know if you’re not broken. But if this is what you want, I trust you.”
“This is what I want.”
His Adam’s apple rose and then fell as he stared at me.
“You’re who I want, Miller. I want you. I want this. And I don’t want to waste another second of us not being an us.”
He grabbed my ass and lifted me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist. “Not another second huh?”
I laughed.
He captured my laughter with his kiss.
I grabbed the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.Finally.I buried my fingers in his hair. “I hated being just friends with you,” I said between kisses.
“I told you we were never just friends.” He bit my lower lip.
I moaned.
He pushed my skirt up, brushing his fingers across my clit through the thin fabric of my panties. “All I want to do is fuck you right here.”
Finally.“Then do it.”God, please do it.
“Not today.”
Not today?What the actual hell was wrong with him? “But I just told you…” my words died away when he kissed me again. Slower than before.
He pulled me away from the wall and leaned down, placing me on the rug in front of the fireplace. “I’m going to do what I wanted to do when you showed up on Christmas.”
I propped myself up on my elbows as I stared up at him. “And what did you want to do to me on Christmas?” He had to be talking about making love to me right? Instead of fucking? That had to be it. And I wanted him to say the words. I needed to hear him say it back.
He didn’t say a word as he pulled off his shirt and leaned back over me to capture another kiss.
“I love you,” I said, grabbing both sides of his face.
He kissed the side of my jaw instead of responding.
