Page 113 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

"I love you," he groans. "I love you so damned much."

"I love you too," I manage to gasp out, my voice trembling with the sheer intensity of the emotion. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure as he drives into me. He kisses me fiercely, our lips and tongues dancing together.

And then it happens.

We swallow each other’s moans as Colt comes undone, shaking and burying himself inside me. His body trembles with the force of his orgasm, so I hold him tight, a reminder that we’re together now.

That we’re not going to be apart again.

Colt collapses against me, his full weight pressing me into the mattress, warm and solid andmine. His breath is ragged against my skin, his chest heaving, his heart pounding against mine. I wrap my arms around him, my fingers drifting lazily through his sweat-damp hair, soothing him as he slowly comes back down to earth.

His knot is still locked inside me, keeping us tethered together in the most intimate way. It should feel confining, but it doesn’t. It feelsright. Like we’re exactly where we’re meant to be.

For the first time in weeks, my body isn’t aching with the absence of him.

For the first time in weeks, Ifeel whole.

Colt shifts, pressing a slow, reverent kiss to my collarbone, then another to the hollow of my throat. “You okay?” His voice is thick, hoarse from pleasure, from exhaustion, fromme.

I hum, still tracing my fingers through his hair. “Mmm. I should be asking you that. You worked hard.”

A lazy chuckle vibrates through his chest. “For you? Always.”

I feel the words settle deep, curling warm inside my chest. He’salwaysbeen like this, hasn’t he? Even when he didn’t deserve me. Even when he was trying to keep his distance. Heworkedfor me.

Forus.

I take his hand, twining his fingers with mine before shifting so he can place his hand on my stomach. His palm is warm against my belly, his fingers splaying out like he’s trying to memorize the feel of it, the reality ofus.

Colt exhales slowly, his breath fanning across my collarbone. I feel him swallow against my skin, feel the way his fingers flex, like he’s trying to ground himself in the moment.

“Our baby,” he murmurs, voice raw.

A lump rises in my throat. I turn my head, pressing my lips to his hair, holding him tighter. “Yeah,” I whisper. “Ours.”

Colt doesn’t move for a long moment. He justbreathes, his hand still over the barely-there swell of my stomach, like he’s trying to convince himself this is real. That I’m here. Thatwe’rehere.

Then, slowly, he shifts, lifting his head to meet my eyes. His gaze is open, unguarded in a way I’ve never seen before. He looks like a man seeing the rest of his life andwanting it.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he promises.

I reach up, cupping his face in my hands. “I know.”

He leans into my touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before he presses a soft kiss to my palm. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

I smile. “I’ve always been yours.”

I tug him down for a kiss, wanting him again…knowing I could spend my whole life kissing him and never get tired of it. Colt groans against my mouth, his arms tightening around me, pulling me close, locking us together. His knot still holds us, still tethers us, but I don’t mind.

I don’twantto move.

This moment right here is perfect.

We stay like that for a while, tangled together, wrapped in each other, until his breathing evens out, his body relaxing fully against mine. Colt Morgan—who’s spent his whole life running—is finally at rest. For the first time since I’ve known him, he sleeps like a man whoknowshe’s home.

I should sleep, too. I should let my body sink into the comfort of him, into the safety of this bed, this night, this love we fought so hard for. But I can’t.

I just want towatch him.

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