“You are everything I wanted but thought I would never have.” His voice was low and husky. “With me, baby girl, I want you to let go. Free yourself and know that I got you. I will always put you first.”
I flushed but relaxed at his words, which felt like a warm blanket on a cold winter morning. I had an overpowering desire to feel him inside me. I wanted to make him feel loved and worthy of having a happily ever after too.
He climbed on the bed, his weight shifting the mattress as he positioned himself between my legs.
I could feel the heat radiating from his skin as he hovered above me, his lips feathering over mine.
I threaded my fingers through his hair then pulled him toward me. “Kiss me like I’m not fragile. Love me like I’m the only girl left on Earth.”
He grinned against my lips. “You are the only woman on Earth for me, Grace Hart. I’m so fucking in love with you that my heart can’t slow down.”
Tears pricked my eyes. “No man has told me that. Ever. I guess crushes can be true love because I never thought in a zillion years I would be with the man who called me vanilla bean, who made me giddy, and made me feel again.”
I kissed him with all I had—wet, wild, and fucking wonderful. He tasted like home and felt like freedom. Freedom from the chains of my past, of the demons that had buried my soul.
Our tongues tangoed, and I didn’t even register him entering me until my walls clenched around him and he froze.
“Do you want me to stop?”
I brushed my hand through the scruff on his face and shook my head. “Never.”
He began to move, slowly at first, his hips rocking against mine in a gentle rhythm.
I mewled at the sensation, the friction stimulating as my hands roamed over his back and I felt his muscles flex and tense.
He groaned, burying his nose in my neck. “Fuck, you feel like I died and went to heaven.”
I arched into him, meeting his movement, loving his words, wanting to be closer to him.
As our pace quickened, the sounds of our passion—soft moans, deep grunts, rhythmic breathing—filled the room.
He rolled us over without breaking the connection. “Is this okay?”
I nodded, moving effortlessly along his cock, my hands pressed into his chest as he played with my nipples.
“I love you, Brian.” The words tumbled out before I could stop them, but I didn’t want to stop them. I meant it with all my being.
He grasped my waist, thrusting his hips upward, groaning. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I repeated, closing my eyes, feeling as though I were soaring like a bird high in the sky. I was on the precipice of an orgasm that was building up to be better than the first one, if that was even possible.
He rolled us again, his pace faster, quicker, taking us higher and higher.
“Let go, baby girl,” he urged, his voice strained. “I’ve got you. Always.”
And I did. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my body clenching around him.
His kiss was fast and furious as he bucked once, twice, three times, stiffening as he pressed his hands into the mattress on either side of my head, looking sexier than ever as his orgasm hit him.
I squeezed around his cock and drew a loving smile from his lips, and after he rolled off me, we lay there, a tangle of limbs, our breathing heavy as he peppered my face with soft kisses.
The music we created, the love that poured out of us, was more than I had expected.
I turned on my side to face him and tucked my arm beneath my head. “Thank you for showing me what it feels like to make love and to be loved.”
He slid closer to me on his side, moving sweaty hair off my face. “I’ve only begun to show you the best times of your life.”
Tears shot free, happy ones. Every fear and every insecurity, along with ten years of demons, were pouring out of me, and I couldn’t wait to see what else he had in store.
