Page 83 of Win You Over
He looks up when I close the door, his mouth parting as I walk towards the bed. Kneeling next to him, I take the book from his hand and wordlessly close it, placing it on the bedside table. Then, careful not to nudge his healing wound, I swing my leg until I’m kneeling on either side of his body, lightly straddling his waist.
“Holden,” he says, his eyes red rimmed and so fucking sad.
I press my forehead to his and he splays his hands over my lower back. My hands find their spot on his t-shirt covered chest.
“I love you,” I say, my voice thick with emotion, everything in me settling with the declaration.
His eyes widen, and I turn my head and brush my lips to his. They’re salty from his tears, but soft and warm, just like his huge puppy dog heart.
“Tell me again,” I say against Remington’s mouth. “Please.”
His tongue darts out to lick a stripe across my lips, his heart beating rapidly under my palm.
“I love you, baby.” He increases the pressure of his lips on mine, one hand on my cheek as he tips my face to the side to deepen the kiss.
When he pulls back and our eyes meet, his are sparkling with unshed tears. Like tiny diamonds in the sky. Blue and beautiful.
“Again,” I say, lips finding his again. His free hand slides lower, toying with the hem of my t-shirt.
“I love you.” He delivers those three words straight to my heart before stealing the air from my lungs in a hungry kiss. “Love you so fucking much.”
His tongue explores my mouth as he strips me of my tee, only breaking the kiss to pull the fabric over my head before his lips are back on mine. His hands explore my chest, fingers tracing patterns over my scars. I had never experienced what it meant to feel beautiful until him. Until he fell in love with every broken and scarred part of me.
“Thank… you… for loving me,” I whisper. It’s been a few days since I’ve used my words and they come out separated by pauses, but the more I melt into his touch, the easier it becomes. Remembering I’m safe with him, that my heart is safe in his hands, in the same way that his is safe in mine.
Taking my turn, I slide his tee up and over his head, letting my hand brush his skin as I do. He pulls us closer, our naked chests coming together. The connection is electric, my nerve endings sparking everywhere that we’re touching.
“It is my absolute pleasure to love you, baby,” he says, his hands running reverently over my skin.
My heart is full, my soul comfortable and my dick hard. And all I want to do is feel this man,everywhere.
With his hands on my back, Remington rocks his hips, showing me how much this moment is affecting him, too. When he flinches, though, I’m thrown out of my haze of lust and back to reality.
With a hand on his hip, I say, “Just kiss me, my love. Hold me and kiss me. That’s all we need right now.”
Remi nods and we kiss, running soft, searching hands over each other’s bodies, memorising every inch of skin, connecting on an entirely new level. Neither of us is in a rush to get off. This, right here, is all we need. Each other and this abundance of love rushing through our veins.
“I love you,” Remi whispers. “And I’m so sorry for how I acted.” He pulls back until our eyes meet again. “I wanted to tell you when we were doing some romantic shit or something.”
I chuckle, pushing my hair out of my face.
“So, not when you were throwing a tantrum?” I joke, which gets a smile out of him. A smile I have sorely missed. “I’m kidding,” I rush to say, moving in for another chaste kiss. “I don’t care how you told me.”
“I’m going to keep telling you,” Remington promises. “Every day until you’re sick of me.”
“And if I never get sick of you?”
His hand skirts the back of my neck before sliding up into my hair.
“Even better,” he replies. “I’ll tell you forever. Or whatever is longer than forever.”
“Forever is good.”
“Forever it is then.”
Chapter 32
Remington
