Page 28 of Snow One Like You

My arms wrapped tightly around Cammie, and when my heart felt like it was going to beat right out of my chest, I groaned and buried my face in the crook of her neck. “Are we crazy?”

“Maybe,” Cammie teased, sliding her hands up my chest and locking them around my neck. “But sane is overrated.”

My laughter was muffled against her skin. After a few seconds, I raised my head, and our eyes met. “Tell me you’re mine.”

She tilted her head to the side and smiled. “I’m yours. For as long as you’re mine.”

“Then you’ll be mine forever.”

Cammie’s smile grew, and she hugged me, whispering, “Forever sounds perfect.”

Holding her tight to my body, I shifted around so I could lay her back on the couch. With an almost reverent touch, I slowly undressed her, kissing every inch of her bared skin along the way.

When she was naked, I stood and removed my own clothing while she watched, her eyes drinking me in and swirling with desire.

I lay down again, covering her from head to toe. “I love how small you are compared to me,” I told her as my hands roamed, exploring her silky skin. “It’s probably a caveman way of thinking”—I smirked—“but it makes me feel like I can protect you.”

Cammie giggled. “I get it because you make me feel safe.”

Moving slightly, I settled my body so that we were intimately connected. “Plus, you fit me like our bodies were made for each other.”

Cammie wrapped her arms around my neck again and pulled me down, pressing her lips against mine.

Passion ignited, but our movements, our touches, our kisses, they were a slow burn. The fire inside built until it consumed me, and there was nothing but the way Cammie felt beneath me.

Eventually, I slid inside her, and the hunger grew, becoming stronger and more ardent.

“Soren,” Cammie moaned, her hands clenching in my hair and her body trembling with need.

“Come for me, Cammie,” I rasped. “I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock while you fall apart in my arms. Tell me you love me while I’m moving inside you.”

“Yesssss,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around my hips, changing the angle so I was even deeper inside her with each thrust. “I’m almost…Oh yes!”

Her muscles locked for a moment, then she cried out, “I love you,” as her orgasm rocked her body.

Her inner walls rippled, milking my cock, pushing me to the edge of ecstasy. “Fuck, baby,” I groaned, sinking fully inside her before my climax burst through me and come erupted from my cock. “I love you so damn much.”

When my pulse slowed and I managed to catch my breath, I collapsed on top of Cammie, resting my cheek on her chest, just above her breast. Her heartbeat was relaxing, and I could have fallen asleep right there.

However, I’d probably crush her if I settled my weight fully on top of her.

I pulled out of her, then with my arms and legs wrapped around her, I carefully rolled off the couch, making sure to land on my back so she was cushioned against me.

We lay in silence for a bit, the only sound in the room coming from the crackling of the logs in the fire. My thoughts were spinning in directions that staggered me, things that even a day ago would have made me close up and push Cammie away.

“I never thought I’d get married,” I revealed, then waited for her reaction. When she remained still and quiet, I went on. “I was adamant about it. Watching my sister’s situation with Trent…even my own parents’ marriage isn’t an example of what it should be. They love Lulu and me to pieces, and I couldn’t ask for better parents. But while they love each other, I’ve often wondered if they wereinlove. Sometimes it feels like they are miles apart, just going through the motions because that’s what married people do.”

Cammie pushed up from where she’d been lying on me, supporting herself with her arms folded on my chest. “Are you trying to tell me that you won’t ever want to get married?” She appeared calm, her tone simply curious. But worry filled her pretty blue eyes.

“Obviously, I’m not good at the emotional shit,” I admitted with a wry smile. “But what I’m doing a terrible job of explaining is that I don’t just want to keep you. I want you tied to me in every way because I’ll never let you go.”

Her lips lifted at the corners, and her eyes lit with happiness. “Is this your way of proposing?”

“No.”

She raised an eyebrow and regarded me with skepticism, making me grin.

“It’s my way of letting you know we’re getting married.”

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