Page 38 of Hidden Memories

The sound of it nearly undoes me.

I let my mouth fall to her ear and drag my nose along the delicate curve of it. “Does it hurt,Michi?”

She shudders beneath me. Fucking trembles.

“I like it…” she whispers. Then, bolder, breathier, “I love it.”

Her hand drifts down between us, palm closing around the thick, rigid length of me.

“You’re so hard…” she murmurs, need tangled in her voice.

I growl, pushing my hips forward until my shaft is nestled in her slick heat, sliding along the swollen seam of her pussy.

Fuck.

I don’t even try to stop the rough edge in my voice. “See what you do to me?”

Her breath hitches. She tilts her hips, coaxing me, daring me to lose myself. “Put it in, Santi…”

Sensations pour in. My cock is hard as fuck and her hips rocking sinful pressure back and forth. Her skin in my mouth. I suck her nipple between my teeth and want to bite her so goddamn hard but I have to stop myself. I could devour her. Ravage her… I’m that wild with lust for her.

Instead, I give her what she’s asked for. I reach over to my jeans and fiddle around until I grab that foil from my pocket. Then, I flip her over.

My body is flush with hers now. I pin her down, lace my fingers through hers, and secure them into the blanket below us. All our skin is touching, we’re connected, her heartbeat rages right through her back and on that tattoo on my chest she created. She’ll stay with me forever.

Iwantthis forever.

“You know I fucking love you…”

My words are so low I’m not sure she heard me right.

But she stills. Her cheek is pressed to the blanket, and her hair covers her face. I brush it off. Her eyes are open, but it’s as if she’s stopped breathing.

“Kat…” Maybe she wasn’t ready for me to say that. Maybe I just fucked this whole thing up. “Are you…?”

She interrupts me. “Say it again.” Her voice is fragile and fierce at the same time. “If you meant it, say it again.”

My words are whispered, but they’re no less mighty. “I love you.”

She closes her eyes. “Nobody has ever said that to me before.”

The words gut me. Because I know she doesn’t just mean romantically. It might be the hardest truth she’s ever spoken. The saddest confession of her life.

I trace the shell of her ear with my nose. “Well, now youhave someone who loves you so much you might not be able to handle it.”

She smiles, but a tear rolls down her cheek. “I can handle it, cowboy.” Her bright blue eyes find me in the moonlight. “And I’m going to love you so hard you’ll think I’m crazy.”

I close my eyes, a slow burn of something unstoppable curling through me. “That’s what life is about. Being so ridiculously passionate people think you’re a little crazy. Now I can be crazy with somebody.”

She wipes another silent tear away. Her vulnerability is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“I’m going to hold on to you, Kat. I’ll take care of you. You’re mine now.”

She laces her fingers back through mine and somehow tugs me tighter against her. “I’ve never been good at telling people how I feel. But you make me want to try.”

“I’m your sanctuary,Michi. I’ll always be your safe place.”

With that, she lifts her hips, asking for more contact, asking to consummate what this is. Our version of always…

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