“I love you,” I said again just in case he hadn’t heard me the first time.
He pushed the dress strap off my shoulder and placed a kiss in the empty spot.
He couldn’t make love to me without actually saying the words first. This was ridiculous. “Why won’t you say it back?”
“Say what back?” he asked as he slid my dress up my hips.
“I’ve told you I loved you dozens of times and you’ve never said it back.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up as he looked down at me. “Of course I’ve said it back.”
“No. You haven’t.”
“I haven’t?”
I laughed. “No.”
He slowly pulled my panties down my thighs and off my legs. And then he leaned down and kissed the inside of my shin.
God, he was distracting me again.
“I’m pretty sure I’ve said it,” he said, slowly kissing up my leg.
He was exasperating. “I swear you haven’t.”
“I guess I should fix that then.” He kissed the inside of my thigh and locked eyes with me. “I love you.”
I swallowed hard. His gaze was so intense that I could barely breathe.
He kissed farther up my thigh. “I love you.” He kissed me higher still. “I love you.” His eyes stayed trained on mine the whole time. And I’d never seen anything sexier in my whole life.
“I love you.” He placed a kiss on my hipbone as he pushed my dress up higher. “I love you.” He kissed my ribcage.
I pulled my dress the rest of the way off as he unhooked my bra. “I love you.” His tongue swirled around my nipple.
Jesus.I grabbed the back of his head. I wasn’t sure what was hotter. Him saying he loved me or what he was doing to me…God.He tugged on my nipple with his teeth.
“I love you,” he said and kissed my clavicle, moving slowly over top of me until we were eye level. “I’m madly in love with you. And I have been for a really long time. You’re sure I never told you?”
I laughed. “No, you hadn’t.”
He ran the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “I love you, Brooklyn.”
“I love you too.” I wasn’t sure how he got me from laughing one minute to almost crying the next. “So much. And I swear if you tease me anymore I’m going to explode.”
I watched him slowly rip open the foil and slide the condom over his cock.
He leaned over top of me, pausing instead of sliding into me. “You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of you looking up at me like this.”
He didn’t have to explain. I was pretty sure there were stars in my eyes whenever I looked at him. And I’d been dreaming of this moment too. I couldn’t even count how many times I woke up panting in California after dreaming of him.
“I love you.” He shifted forward, slowly sliding into me. Inch by sweet inch.
I’d almost forgotten how good this felt. How had I ever believed that I could just live the rest of my life without being loved again? It felt really fucking amazing to be loved. I’d barely remembered what it was like.
Miller’s kiss was possessive. His tongue somehow mimicking what he was doing inside of me. It was like his mouth was fucking me as his body made love to me. Like he needed to show how crazy he was about me while showing how much he loved me at the same time. He was showing way more restraint than me.
As if he knew what I was thinking, he thrust into me harder.
