She huffed. “I don’t know. That you might love me too someday…”
“I can’t love you someday.”
Her jaw dropped. “Oh. Well, Okay.” She started backing away from him toward the door, her face looking a little bit green and her eyes filling up. “I’ll just…”
He grabbed her shoulders, not letting her retreat. “I can’t love you someday because I already love you.”
She stilled. “You do?”
“I do.”
“Oh, thank God.” She threw herself at him, holding onto him so tightly he could barely breathe. Her next words came out in a rush of babbling. “I love you. Thank God. I love you.”
He scooped her up in his arms, grinning broadly. “I love you, too. And I promise I will never give up on you.”
He kissed her, holding her close as he strode up the stairs and to her bedroom. She clung to him the whole way there. He couldn’t believe that after all this time, she finally said those three little words to him.
She loved him.
Laying her down on the mattress, he stood beside it and stared down at her. She was perfect and gorgeous, and his. All his. She licked her lips and leaned up on her elbows, her eyes smoky and hungry. The way she laid on the bed, with her legs slightly parted and her eyes devouring him, made him ache with the need to bury himself inside of her.
But not yet. Not tonight.
He tugged his basketball shorts and boxers down, and she nibbled on her lower lip. Crawling onto the bed, he lowered his body over hers, pressing every inch of her against him. She looked up at him with need burning in her gaze, and he cradled her face in his hands.
Softly, tenderly, he pressed his lips to hers. Her hands gripped his shoulders, tugging him closer, but he resisted her urging. Tonight would be all about going slow and making sweet love to her. Slipping his tongue between her lips, he kissed her until she quivered in his arms.
As he seduced her, his fingers roamed freely over her body, stroking everywhere he could reach. He forced himself to pull his lips off hers and kissed the side of her neck, nipping lightly. Moaning, she arched her back and wriggled beneath him.
“Please, Garrett,” she breathed, tugging on his shoulders. “Now.”
He shook his head and kissed her jaw before giving equal attention to the other side of her neck. Whimpering, she turned her head to allow him better access. His c**k throbbed in demand, but he refused to lose himself in the lure of her luscious body.
He tugged her sweater lower so he could kiss the swell of her br**sts, which had become even more abundant since the other night. When he gently cupped them in his palms, she groaned. He immediately stopped moving. The book had said she would be sore. “Did that hurt?”
“For the love of God, no. Stop asking if you’re hurting me.” Sitting up, she yanked her sweater over her head before he could stop her. “And kiss me.”
His gut clenched at the sight of her lacy red bra, which barely hid her delights from him, and he captured her hand before she could remove that as well. “No. I’ll do it.”
He trailed his fingers over the curve of her br**sts, lightly teasing her nipple with his thumb. She moaned and arched her back, giving herself over to him. Groaning, he sucked on her nipple through the sheer fabric, unable to resist the lure of her beauty. She cried out and grabbed hold of his head, yanking on his hair in her frenzy to pull him closer. His other hand massaged her breast, and he once again marveled at how perfectly she fit into his hand—like she had been made just for him.
He dragged his mouth from her nipple to lick the other as he unlatched her bra. He loved the ones that closed in the front like she wore, because he didn’t have to stop loving her to strip her. He released her nipple long enough to slide the fabric out of the way and then latched back on, ravenous for something only she could give him.
Her whimpers sounded more like breathy moans by this point, and every tiny sound that came out of her urged him on—made him need her more. He pressed his c**k into the mattress, trying to ease some of the pressure. It didn’t work. Sitting on his haunches, he peeled his clothes off. He kissed his way up one leg and down the other, making sure not to touch her where she needed him most. Her nails scored his back, digging in.
Nibbling at her inner thigh, he lifted his head to look at her—and came undone. Her face was captured in a state of bliss, and he never loved her more than he did in this moment. Her eyelids drifted open when he lowered his face between her legs, his breath fanning out over her core. She bit her lip and returned his stare, her hips shifting restlessly in his palms.
“I love you,” he said.
Her eyes widened and filled with tears but he didn’t wait to see if she would return his sentiment. He already knew she did. Instead, he lowered his mouth. He rolled his tongue around her clit in slow circles, his finger teasing her slit. She whimpered and rocked her hips against him. He thrust his fingers inside of her, moaning when she clenched down on them.
“Garrett,” she cried.
Within moments, she found her release and collapsed to the bed.
He lifted her hips and rubbed his c**k against her swollen clit. She screamed and bowed her back, coming again from the slight pressure. He plunged inside her before she had finished convulsing, driving home deeply. Her muscles clamped down on his cock. Damn, he was going to come already. That’s how amazing she felt.
She cried out and clung to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. When she tightened around him and found her pleasure once more, he let himself lose control, speeding up his rhythm until he, too, collapsed to the mattress in completion. All he could see, hear, taste, and feel was Kiersten.
And he liked it that way.
He rolled over and cradled her in his arms, more at peace with the world than ever before. Everything was as it should be. He had the love of his life at his side—and she’d agreed to be his. He couldn’t stop the words from flowing from him. “I love you so damned much.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered in his ear.
Leaning closer, she kissed his jaw and then settled into his arms with a contented sigh. He looked down at her and caught his breath at the warmth in her eyes, and the way she looked at him. This is where she belonged—in his arms.
Forever.
…
The next morning, Kiersten woke up with a smile still on her face. It had been an amazing night spent in Garrett’s arms, making love and whispering plans for the future to each other. They had started out with saying he would move into her room and she could get her office back. The baby would sleep in his old room, and Chris would keep his room.