Page 78 of The Last Love Story
“You’ve been mine since the night we met, and you’ve been burrowing into my heart since we first started talking. We’re writing our love story, and it’s the last one you’re going to have, so stop worrying and start enjoying it.”
I throw my arms around him and lean into him, slanting my mouth over his.
A low groan sounds in his throat as he wraps his arms around me and deepens our kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth.
He walks me backward to the edge of the bed, then lifts his lips from mine, breathing heavily.
“I need you to know something,” I whisper. “Every night I asked you to sleep in my bed, it wasn’t for any of the reasons I said. It was because I wanted to fall asleep next to you and wake up in your arms.”
Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, he smiles. “I had a feeling, and after your surgery, I knew for sure.”
“How?”
“That night, you asked me to sleep on the couch—right next to you. You said that’s where you wanted me to stay. Every time you’ve asked me to sleep in your room, you had that same look in your eyes. The desperate need for me to stay.”
My voice shakes. “Sometimes I don’t understand this. How did it happen so fast? It scares me because what if we’re doing everything backward?”
“Then we’re doing it backward. But the way I see it, talking before we met was dating. Us spending every night cooking and watching our favorite shows together is building on that. Letting each other see our vulnerable sides is deepening our connection. We’ve moved fast, but other than restaurant date nights, I don’t think we’ve skipped much. If you want some of those, though,I’m happy to plan them. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’d do just about anything for you.”
I laugh a little. “I figured that out when you asked me to marry you the day after we met in person.” I run my hands underneath his shirt, reveling in the feeling of his skin against mine. “And I don’t need fancy date nights. I just need you. Us.” My breath shudders. “This.”
He leans in and presses his lips to my neck. “And what does my wife need?”
“To feel you buried inside me.”
“Jade,” he groans.
“What? I’m getting better at using my words.”
“If you talk as dirty to me as your characters do in your books, I’ll come without you touching me.”
Leaning up, I nip his ear. “Something to try in the future. But for tonight, I need you. I need the physical and emotional all wrapped up together.”
His lips land on mine again, and my body goes all tingly and my legs feel like jelly.
Slowly, he breaks our kiss and pulls my shirt over my head before unclasping my bra.
Then he runs his finger down my right arm. “We need to keep this safe.” An easy grin appears, and he steps around me. “Finish getting naked while I get the bed ready for you.”
A chill rolls through me at his words, but I follow his instructions, dropping my shorts and underwear to the floor.
Carefully, I climb onto the bed, desire pooling inside me. I was thinking his caretaking might ebb now that I’m healing more, but I think it’s a part of him. No matter what, he’ll take care of me.
My heart beats harder at that.
He’s my person.
I’m not sure when it happened, but he became the one I rely on now. More than friendships. More than my dad. More than myself.
I lie down in the center of the bed, and he carefully props my arm up on some pillows, then stands up and strips down.
“I guess this means no rough sex for a bit.” He gives me a roguish smile.
“Mm, don’t tease me with what I can’t have.”
He climbs onto the bed with me. “Don’t worry, I promise you’ll enjoy every second of this.”
His thumb rolls over my clit as he pushes two fingers inside me.
