Whoa…did he say make love? As in love?
“I’m in.”
“You sure?”
“I am.”
“You gonna give it a rest when it comes to all this going back to New York talk?”
Animatedly, I zip my mouth shut and throw away the key.
“That’s my girl. Get over here.”
His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me tight against his hard torso. I’m pressed against an Adonis, but it’s his words still bouncing around my head that have my heart melting and my core throbbing.
His lips land ever so lightly on my forehead, my cheeks, and finally my mouth. His tongue outlines my lips but doesn’t seek refuge past them. He drugs me with his slow seduction, and my head is in the clouds.
“I missed you so much,” I confess against his lips.
“Say it again.” He sighs into my mouth, his breath filling me with life. In no rush at all.
“I missed you so much.”
Holding my face oh, so gently, he pulls back to look at me.
Sincerity.
Genuine sincerity is what I see looking back at me.
“Mason O’Brien, what have you done to me?”
“Crackle?”
“I knew you felt it too.”
“Miles…”
“Fuck it.” He squats down so we’re eye to eye. “I’m in love with you.”
“What?” I ask, using the last breath left in my lungs to make sure I heard him correctly.
“I’m pretty sure I didn’t stutter.”
“You love me?”
“I do, and if you don’t mind, I’d like to show you just how much.”
“Miles…”
“Shh…no more talking.”
He scoops me up in his arms, and this man who claims to have never been in love before carries me to the bedroom. When he sees the clothes thrown all around the room and all over the bed he had intended to place me on, he chuckles.
Setting me on my feet with care, I start to reach for the full wardrobe covering the bed, but he stops me.
“Couldn’t decide what to wear, I see.” With a smile on his lips, he kisses me on the cheek.
Without any other words, he tells me to stay put with his eyes. He casually cleans up my mess, placing things on the chair in the corner of the room. Before he’s done, he makes a show of holding a pair of my lace panties up to his nose and taking a deep inhale.