Page 90 of Love Me

“Han, I would never leave you. You’re my fucking wife, the most important thing next to Charlie. You’re all I’ve ever wanted,” I remind her, pulling her into me, grateful that she allows it. I nip at her bottom lip before scraping it with my teeth. “I can’t believe you kept this from me, though.”

“Yeah, well, you manipulated me into getting marriedso you could try to get me to fall in love with you, so consider us even. How long?”

I know exactly what she’s asking. She finally wants to know the truth. How long have I known I was in love with her. Took her long enough to ask.

“How long? Han, I’ve always loved you. There hasn’t been a day that you weren’t my first thought when I woke up, you and Charlie my last thoughts before I fell asleep. I’ve only fallen more and more in love with you as the years pass.”

“But, wh?—”

“I’m not done yet. I realized it was more than just the way a best friend should love you when you left me at college. It was the first time we’d ever been apart, and it was fucking torture. It’s why I drove back home almost every fuckin’ weekend. Do you remember the day you told me you were pregnant?”

“Of course I remember.”

“You remember I had something to tell you?”

“Oh my god.”

“Yes, Han.”

“You were going to tell me?”

“Was hopefully gonna make you mine. See if you were willing to give me a shot.”

“So, what, bear? You’ve just been slinking around waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in?” Her voice raises as she steps out of my arms, her fists at her sides. “You used the worst time in my life to get closer to me, then you made me fall in love with you, instead of just being open with me and giving me a choice? Just been biding your time? I’m not some damsel that needs rescuing and I’ve been trying to just keep going, but I know we need to face this in order to move forward!”

“What did you just say?”

“I’m not a fucking damsel in distress!”

I’m on her before I realize my feet have moved, grabbingher face between my large palms and tilting her head up to look at me.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Of course I’m in love with you, you idiot!”

She barely has time to finish the last word before my lips are on hers, crashing down on her like a tidal wave. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me closer as I angle her face to take the kiss deeper, my tongue plunging into her mouth. It’s a frantic race to strip each other of our clothes, my hands only leaving her body to grab at fabric and bare the perfect body underneath.

Once she’s completely naked, her arms return to my neck, my hands grabbing her ass and lifting, legs wrapping tightly around my waist. I walk us toward the bedroom, and she reaches between us to grab my cock, lining it up with her core. Bracing her in my arms, I drive home, filling her completely in one smooth thrust.

“Ohh, fuuck!”

My hips piston into her, driving her back harder into the wall. It feels like nothing we’ve ever experienced before, it’s frantic, primal, consuming. Her soft, silky walls grip around my cock so tightly, her wetness coating every inch of my thick shaft, already dripping down onto my balls. Soft hands grab my face, pulling me back into a kiss, tongues tangling, teeth clashing as we fight to devour each other.

Holding her in my arms and not withdrawing, I let us fall back onto the bed, my body collapsing on top of hers. Her legs stay wrapped around me, heels driving into the top of my ass, holding me close to her.

“Baby, you feel so good.”

“So damn good. I’ve never . . . it’s never felt like this. Only with you, Liam.”

“Fuck, I love you, Hannah.”

“I love you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t see it.”

“I wouldn’t change a goddamn thing, baby.”

Pulling from her body, she relaxes her legs from my waist, letting them fall open. I kiss across her jaw and down her neck as her hands run across my back and shoulders, her thighs rubbing against my hips and thighs. Her skin is so soft and smooth against mine, warm, and absolutely perfect.

I shower her body with a mix of delicate pecks and deep French kisses as I reach her breasts, sucking and lapping at each pierced nipple, taking my time to worship each one, grasping them in my hand, and feeding them into my mouth. I suck on each peak, flicking the barbell with my tongue, her breasts heavy and aching in my palms. I move downward, her heavy breathing increasing the lower I get. My tongue circles her belly button, taking a moment to flick the barbell that’s pierced through the skin there.

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