Page 65 of Your Soul to Keep

My jaw dropped. “You’re going to be here in the morning.”

He drew back, one side of his mouth curling up in a smirk. “Where the fuck else would I be?”

17

Certainty

“Ilovesleepysex,”I whispered.

With June fast approaching, the morning sunlight defeated the overworn curtains on my window and drenched my bedroom in light. Even so, Gabe’s big, hard, body shadowed mine, his lean hips wedging tightly between my desperately clinging thighs.

My God, the man was a sight.

When we were kids, he was lean as a whip. Now he was thick, muscled, and plastered in beautiful, glorious ink. Black hair mussed, face lined with passion and oh so slightly puffy with sleep, mouth soft, he was everything I ever dreamed of wanting.

Braced on his elbows, he cradled my face in his hands and swept his thumbs over the baby-fine hair at my temples.

“You’re so warm and soft and sweet, baby,” he muttered as he moved inside me. “I missed you, Shae. I missed you so much.”

My eyes flicked to his at the unexpected vulnerability. Pain fractured the warmth of his gaze and buckled his brows as he stared down at me.

I cupped my hand around the back of his dark head and held him tight. “I love you.”

His hips bucked. “I’m not ever going to get tired of hearing that. Promise me you’ll never stop saying it.”

Never.

“Gabe,” I whispered. “Please.”

Please don’t push.

Please don’t ask me for forever.

Please don’t make me think too hard or too long about everything that could go wrong in the blink of an eye.

“Okay, Shae-baby. I got you.” Pushing up on one hand, he dragged his other hand down between us until his thumb hit my clit and circled.

My neck arched back as my body trembled beneath his.

He snapped his hips.

“Gabe,” I grunted his name.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” he praised. “That’s my princess, my good girl, my fucking everything.”

I cried out at the sweetness of his words as waves of pleasure rolled through me.

“Shae,” he whispered my name and closed his eyes as his jaw went slack and his body bowed, emptying inside me with a shudder.

I wrapped my feet around his calves, locking him against me.

He held me tight for a moment then tensed up as he began to withdraw. “Shae, much as I’d love to discuss making a baby, if I don’t get this condom out of you, there may be nothing left to talk about,” he teased.

I stiffened beneath him, leaving him even as he remained inside me.

He pushed himself up, slid two fingers down to hold the condom, and pulled out, his dark blue eyes searching mine.

“What just happened there?”

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