Page 92 of My Haven
Genevieve stared, as she placed a hand on her chest. This. This was the exact moment she knew she fell in love with him. Not for being heroic or princely. For being an absolute clueless goober about the baby sister, he raised.
I am so decorating our kids’ rooms.
She froze. “Caiden, I think I just fell in love with you,” she admitted.
He stumbled, then spun. “Seriously?” he whispered.
She nodded slowly. “Isn’t this too quick?”
He shook his head and took her hand, pulling her quickly toward his room. “Don’t stop thinking whatever you were thinking when you realized you loved me,” he said, walking fast. Laughing, she had to run to keep up with him. They got to his room, he opened the door, ushered them inside, and closed the door behind them. He set the wine, glasses, and opener down, then turned his full attention to her. “Are you still in love with me?” he asked, his eyes filled with trepidation.
“Am I not supposed to be?”
“Did it go away?”
“I don’t think that’s how it works.”
“What were you thinking when you realized how you felt?”
“That you were an absolute idiot and when we have kids, I’m decorating their rooms,” she admitted.
He stared. “That is love?”
“Yup.”
“I’m an idiot?”
“Sometimes, but it’s cute.”
His eyes widened. “You want to have kids?”
She began to smile. “And that was when I realized I loved you. I never imagined kids with someone before. But I look at you and all I see is a house full of silver eyed witches doing impossible things, running in and out of our kitchen.”
He pulled off his shirt and lifted her up over his shoulder.
“Caiden!” she screeched, laughing.
“I want you! I want that, what you just described!” He set her on the bed and held her face in his hands. “I want everything with you,” he said, breathlessly.
What could she say to that?
“Okay.”
He leaned down and took her lower lip between his. She was still reeling from that when his tongue traced her upper lip and dove in to tease the roof of her mouth, drawing figure eights.
Imagining his tongue elsewhere, she squeezed her thighs together and moaned deep in her throat.
He broke away from her, his eyes unfocused. “Thank the gods Kendrick is here.”
“Huh?”
That was a weird thing to say.
She was about to ask him about that when the air began to slide around her. The air currents had a warmth to them as they began to ease her out of her clothes. She twisted, wanting that warmth everywhere. “Caiden,” she begged, as she writhed around naked on the bed.
When she looked over, Caiden was now completely nude, standing next to the bed, watching her reactions. “What do you want?” he asked, his voice deeper than before.
“You and that heat, everywhere,” she said, laying back on the bed.
