Page 109 of Mr. Broody

“He’s still here.” I place my hand over my heart.

“That’s your biggest muscle.” She slides her hands out from under my pants and kisses my heart. “My favorite of all your muscles.”

“Really?”

She sits up and runs her hips forward and back, teasing me. “It’s your heart that’s always given me the most.”

“It’s yours. Always has been, always will be.”

She nods, and her eyes glisten.

Shit, what did I do?

“Hey.” I inch up on my elbows and lift one hand to wipe the tear falling down her cheek. “What’s the matter?”

She shakes her head. “I’m just really happy. Why did I ever leave?”

“No, we’re not going there anymore, Jade. You’re happy. I’m happy. Bodhi’s happy. We’re moving forward—together.”

She nods. “I know. I’m fine, but I’m crying because I’m happy. You make me so happy.”

Shit, I’ve wanted to hear her say that so many times. “You have no idea how that makes me feel.”

I roll her over and nudge her legs apart with my thighs, both hands cradling her cheeks, and I kiss her. I give my full self over to her without any trepidation because we’re going to make it this time. The time is ours to conquer any problems we had. I just know it.

“I love you,” I murmur, pulling away before my lips find hers again.

Tonight, I’m going to cement that into her, letting her know that she is my future.

Forty-Eight

Jade

I can’t believe I’m crying. What is wrong with me? But all the emotions are overflowing out of me. I’m filled to the brim with happiness and gratitude that we’ve found our way back to each other. We’re finally together after the long road it took to get here.

Henry spreads my legs, settling between my hips. His hands slip under the hem of the jersey. “You have no idea how much I love seeing you in my jersey. It’s such a fucking turn-on.” His fingers trail a searing path across my skin up to my breasts, and he groans, finding me without a bra. “Shit, babe. How do you expect me to hold on when you’re such a temptation?”

Still, he pushes the fabric up so the jersey rests at my neck, and his tongue strokes a path up my stomach to one breast before twirling around my nipple and sucking it into his hot mouth. He tugs at it, his teeth lightly scraping along the pebbled nub while his other hand cups my other breast, tweaking my nipple.

My back rises off the bed, offering myself to him.

“Fuck, I’m not sure I can wait.”

With his mouth on my breast, his hands slide down and hook into the sides of my underwear, pulling them down my legs. Pop. His mouth comes off my nipple, and he sits up, shedding me of my underwear, then pushing the jersey up and over my head with my help.

He stares at me, gaze coasting up and down my naked body. My instinct is to cover myself because I’m not the fit twenty-two-year-old he remembers. I haven’t spent time in the gym. My idea of working out is walking to St. Pat’s every morning.

“You’re so beautiful. I know I tell you all the time, but shit, Jade, I can’t believe you’re lying here in front of me, offering me a chance to be with you again.”

I lean up and tug down the waistband of his track pants, ignoring the fact I’ve grown softer while he’s grown harder. He shrugs them off, then his socks. God, he is so damn hot.

“I’m gonna need you to cool it at the gym, okay?”

He chuckles and falls to the side of me, taking me in his arms, laying us side by side. We kiss, and our legs entwine, our hands running over every inch of the other’s skin.

We’re taking our time, but soon the kisses grow urgent and breathless. Our hips grind toward each other, demanding friction. His hand wedges down our bodies and his fingers run through the wetness between my thighs. His magic fingers hook in me, stroking my favorite spot. I lift one of my legs over his hip, giving him better access, and he takes advantage of it.

I cling to the back of his neck, keeping his lips on mine while he eases his fingers in and out of me. I reach between us, taking his thick length in hand, and he groans into my mouth as I stroke him up and down.

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