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He picked up his pace, my body sliding up the counter. I added pressure with my fingers, and then I exploded.
“Bailey!” I tilted my head back, squeezing my eyes shut as stars danced across my vision.
He kept his pace as the waves crashed into me, coursing through my body in blissful pleasure. As I began to come back down, he exploded, his head tipping back as I watched him unravel with his hand still around my neck. Never in my life did I think I’d get to see this sight, get to feel these things, but now that I had, I never wanted to stop.
His head dropped to my chest after he released my neck, our breaths evening out.
After a few moments, he sat up, looking down at me.
“You’re more than I ever could have imagined, Lettie.” He grabbed my hand, helping me to sit up. He grabbed his button-up from the ground and slid my arms into it, buttoning the middle button.
I slid my hands up his bare chest, admiring every inch of it. His body was evidence of how hard he worked on the ranch. He was like a perfectly sculpted statue, all hard lines and deep curves.
Before crossing the line I’d so carefully drawn with Bailey, I had tried to move on from having him in my life, thinking I could forget about the way I felt around him.
But after being with Bailey, burning that invisible line to the ground, I was ruined. Ruined in the best way possible. Now that I had him, I didn’t want to imagine my future without his hands on my skin, his smile aimed at me, and hearing that ridiculous nickname every day.
Bailey was now ingrained into my daily life, quickly making the last five years apart disappear, like it never even happened.
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Bailey
The sweet smell of french toast filled my house as I took the last slice out of the pan, setting it on the plate with the rest of the golden brown bread. I turned to the island, grabbing a knife from the block, getting to work slicing the washed strawberries.
Lettie came around the corner from the hallway, wearing only my button up from last night. “Good morning,” she said, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
I smiled. She was so damn cute, all sleepy, hair strewn about. “Good morning, Huckleberry. Sleep well?”
She must’ve smelled the breakfast I’d put together because her head snapped up. Her eyes landed on the plate of french toast. “Dinnerandbreakfast? I’ve been missing out all these years.”
“Don’t forget dessert.” I winked.
After we left the kitchen last night, we’d taken a shower, where I’d made her come two more times using only my tongue and fingers. After our hour and a half shower, she’d insisted on toweling me off, which led to her getting on her knees. We could have gone all night, but sometime around two a.m., I'd talked her into getting some sleep since she had to help with the fundraiser for Bottom of the Buckle today.
She slid into the seat at the island and I grabbed a clean plate for her, setting two slices of french toast, whipped cream, and strawberries on it. I placed it in front of her and piled the same onto my plate. Taking the seat beside her, we dug in.
I was wearing gray sweatpants and nothing else, and it was clear Lettie approved, because her eyes kept drifting to my lap while she chewed.
After the fifth glance, I smirked. “Like what you see?”
She cleared her throat, struggling to swallow the bite in her mouth. After a sip of coffee, she said, “I thought the cowboy outfits did it for me, but I think you’ve proved it can only get better as the clothes come off.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. Once we finished, I grabbed our plates and brought them to the sink.
“So… What does last night make us?” Lettie asked hesitantly.
I faced her, setting my hands on the edge of the counter behind me. “What do you think it makes us?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I was hoping you could tell me.”
I let go of the counter and crossed to her in three long strides. Grabbing her chin, I angled her head up toward me. “You know, Lettie.”
Those blue eyes stared up at me and I wanted to melt into a puddle. “Say it. Please,” she whispered.
My thumb rubbed along her jawline. “You’re mine. You’ve been mine since the moment I laid eyes on you, and it’s killed me having to wait for you to realize it. You were always so scared of us, Lettie. But I’m not. The only thing I’m scared of is losing you again.”
Her eyes searched mine, and she must have found what she was looking for, because she arched her neck toward me. I met her halfway, dipping down to press my lips to hers. She tasted like coffee and cinnamon as her tongue slipped past my lips.
