Page 195 of Chasing Sparks

Home. I’m finally home again.

Ori tips her face up, and I waste no time claiming those luscious lips. Her love eases every hurt, every pain my heart has known.

No,I love youisn’t nearly good enough for a woman like Ori. They haven’t invented a word to describe this emotion yet—or maybe there simply isn’t one that could encapsulate this overwhelming need to protect and adore her.

Despite the steadily growing inferno inside me, I maintain an easy pace as I reclaim the parts of her I feared were lost forever.

Her hands glide across my chest, and her tongue tangles leisurely with mine, the heat between us building with every soft caress.

I frame Ori’s face with my hands, dropping delicate kisses across her cheeks and forehead. “I missed you so much.”

“How about you never have to miss me again?”

“That’s the plan,” I reply, sealing my promise with another kiss.

Ori steps from the shower and wraps a towel around her body. “Come on. Hero or not, you still owe me big time.”

I grab a towel to dry off, loving my lady’s hooded gaze when it falls on my fully erect cock.

Yes, beautiful, he’s all for you.

“I’ll give you anything you want.”

Her eyes widen. “Be careful there, Ash. You’re leaving yourself wide open.”

I pull her into my arms, her towel falling to the floor. “Anything. You. Want.”

Ori bites her lower lip, the playful curve of her mouth faltering. Her brow furrows slightly, and the sparkle in her eyes dims as seriousness takes hold.

“So many options,” she murmurs, her gaze focused on the floor. “You mean it? Anything I want?”

“Yes.” It’s not a lie. No matter what demand she puts on the table, I’ll give it to her—gladly.

She interlaces our fingers, and I feel the slight tremble running through her.

“You’ll answer me honestly?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “Not just say what you think I want to hear?”

“Of course.”

What in the world is going on in your head right now, beautiful?

Ori rolls her shoulders and meets my gaze, her eyes once again bright with unshed tears. “Are you mad?”

“About what?”

“Me having a baby.”

I trail my fingers gently along her temple, desperate to ease the worry from her mind. “You meanus? Can I be included in this scenario, too? Oriana Thorne, I knew the risks when I tossedthe condom. I did it anyway. Then I did it again, and again, and again. So no, I’m not mad. I knew.”

A flash of levity crosses her face as she nods. “I knew, too. Guess we’re equally guilty.”

I tip her chin up, hoping she can read the truth in my eyes and this time, know beyond any doubt that I’m for real. “I wanted it with you, even if I didn’t know how to say it. You weren’t the only one.”

A single tear glides down her cheek, and I lean down to kiss it away.

“No more tears, beautiful.”

Ori has endured enough pain and heartache for one lifetime. Now, it’s time for adoration and worship to claim the starring role.

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