Page 76 of Tangled Vows

He studied me a moment before his eyes lit with recognition.

“I meanteverythingI said during that press conference,” he declared in that husky voice that made me shiver.

“Even the part when you said you love me?”

He cupped my face in both hands and held my gaze. His eyes glowed with unbridled affection.

“Especially that part,” he replied, and my heart soared. “I love you so much I can’t breathe sometimes because you’ve taken up all the space inside my chest.”

A happy cry fell from my lips, and he smiled down at me.

“I love you too.” His eyes fell closed, and he soaked in my words.

“You don’t know how good it feels to finally hear you say that.”

“I love you,” I repeated, then leaned up to press a sweet kiss to his lips, but it wasn’t enough for him. His hand tangled in my hair, and he angled my head to deepen the kiss. His taste invaded my mouth, and I moaned. Easton let out a little frustrated growl, and I was suddenly lifted into the air. I instinctively wrapped my legs around him, and my back hit the brick wall behind me.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” he said between kisses.

“I’ve missed you too.” He kissed his way down my throat and nuzzled my neck.

“Please don’t ever leave me again,” he pleaded, pulling back to stare into my eyes.

“I won’t,” I promised, and I had every intention of keeping my word. He kissed me again, this time slow and sensual. I rocked against him, grinding myself against his growing erection. Air hissed through his teeth, and his grip tightened on me.

“Take me home,” I whispered, and he eagerly granted my request.

53

SHAYLA

Easton couldn’t keep his hands off me on the drive home. When his fingers weren’t laced with mine, they were curled around my thigh. I fought the urge to squirm in my seat at the anticipation of his touch on the rest of my body.

He was kissing me before we even made it through the front door. It took several attempts for him to unlock the door, but once we made it inside, all bets were off. He cupped my ass and lifted me into the air. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he crashed his lips to mine.

Easton’s drugging kisses consumed me as he carried me to our bed. He tossed me onto the mattress and reluctantly pulled away to tear his shirt over his head.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he said as he returned to me. His lips found mine again, and I nearly wept at how right this felt. I was finally home with the man I loved, and he loved me too.

Easton slowly undressed me, taking his time to savor the moment. I was eager to have him inside me, but I enjoyed the slow, tortuous seduction as much as he did. Once I wascompletely bare to him, he kissed his way down my body, his hands roaming along my sides.

He stopped at the juncture of my thighs, and I sucked in a breath, letting my legs fall open. He changed course just before reaching my center, and I huffed in frustration. Chuckling, he pressed a kiss to my inner thigh then gently nipped at the tender flesh. His head dipped, and he finally gave me what I desperately needed. I was wound so tight, my body so neglected over the past nine days, that I nearly came apart at the first brush of his tongue.

He took his time teasing me, bringing me to the brink again and again without letting me fall over the edge. He worked me over until I was ready to explode, sucking on my clit and gently biting it. The mixture of sensations drove me wild. Then his tongue dipped inside me before returning to my clit and flicking the tender bundle of nerves. And I detonated. The orgasm ripped through me with such intensity, I nearly blacked out.

Easton stood, a wicked grin on his glistening lips, and undid his belt. Shoving his pants down his legs, he stood before me, gloriously naked. My pussy clenched with need, and my chest tightened with affection. He was all mine, body, heart, and soul.

He came around the side of the bed, and I sat up to watch him over my shoulder. Lowering himself onto the mattress, he rested his back against the headboard. His cock jutted out from his hips, long and thick, the tip glistening with a drop of precum. Pleasing me had turned him on. I reveled in that knowledge as I prepared to return the favor.

I crawled over to him, intent on bringing him pleasure, but before I could dip my head to wrap my lips around his length, he tangled his hands in my hair and brought his mouth down on mine.

“That can wait,” he growled. “Right now, I need to be inside you.” A tiny whimper escaped my lips, and he kissed me hard,swallowing the sound. He gripped my waist and guided me onto his lap, my thighs straddling his hips. Of all the positions we’d tried over the last few weeks, this hadn’t been one of them. Face-to-face with my breasts brushing his chest, his large, strong body cradling mine, it felt more intimate, like something you only did when you couldn’t possibly get close enough to the person you loved.

I swallowed hard as emotion clogged my throat. I was so ridiculously in love with this man. A few months ago, I never could’ve imagined that this was what we would become. He was my husband, my partner, and my friend.

“I love you,” I whispered, and his face softened. He leaned in for a sweet kiss as he tugged me forward. He positioned me directly above his erection, and his tip brushed my entrance. Pulling back, he held my gaze as he slowly lowered me onto him.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You,” he said as he filled me, punctuating each word with a gentle kiss to my neck, my jaw, then finally my lips. I moaned when he was fully seated inside me. He simply held me for a moment, one hand possessively gripping my hip while the other cradled the back of my neck. His tongue dipped inside my mouth as he deepened our kiss. This time, it felt different. There was a deeper meaning behind our kiss. It was a declaration and a promise. I was his, and he would hold on to me forever.

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