Page 125 of The Truth Serum
“No more lies,” he echoed. Then he waited until he had her full attention. She gave it to him. Indeed, she couldn’t look away if she tried.
“I love you Becca. I always will. Which means I shall do everything I can to protect you, even if you want to become aspy.” He leaned forward. “I’ve never wanted to clip your wings, but you can’t fault me for wanting to catch you, should you fall.”
“I want you to catch me,” she said.
“Anything else?”
She smiled. “I want to marry you. I love you, too.”
There it was. They’d both said it and the truth of it reverberated in the room around them. And once said, once expressed in the most honest and open way possible, she decided to express it other ways.
She pressed her mouth to his, kissing him with all the heat and the love she felt inside. He returned it a thousand-fold, not just with his lips and tongue but with the truth swirling around them.
He loved her, and she opened herself up to him completely.
He was slow to undress her. She let him take his time because every touch of his fingers, every brush of fabric against her skin was like a further unfolding. She felt like she was shedding not just her clothes, but the restraint of every lie she had been told about what she could and could not do.
And the biggest lie of all was that she was a poor judge of character. She was an excellent judge! It was only that she had thought the others could see what she saw. In herself. In Nate. In the world.
“I love you,” she whispered to him as she at last stepped out of her chemise. “I love every part of you. Even the parts that I am only just learning.”
She took her time pulling his clothing away. He appeared equally sensitized. His breath caught every time they touched skin to skin. And when he could caress her, he did so with reverence as awe trembled between them.
“I love you,” he said as he drew her naked breast into his mouth.
She arched into him as he teased her nipple with his tongue. And when he began to suck, her knees lost their strength.
He carried her to her bed then. It was an impressive feat given that they were in the parlor and he had quite a few steps to take. But he seemed effortlessly strong to her. And she relaxed into his power, his strength, and the absolute love she saw in his eyes.
“I love you,” she whispered as he set her on the bed.
“I love every part of you,” he answered as he began to kiss her ribs, her belly, her mons.
She let him spread her legs, opening herself up to his fingers as they thrust inside her. And she grinned when he let her explore his cock as he had never allowed before.
Odd how she felt his every gasp as if it were her own. Glorious that he seemed to revel in her responses. Amazing that they could feel each other this way and know it was the truth.
“Ask me again,” she whispered when he settled between her thighs.
“Will you marry me?”
“Yes. A thousand times yes.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asked as he pressed his tip at her entrance. “Once we do this, I will not be stopped. Not now, and not tomorrow when I drag you to church.”
“Not now, not tomorrow, not ever.”
Then she surged upward, using his shoulders for leverage. She arched as she did so, and with her legs wrapped around his thighs, she pulled him inside.
A single quick thrust, and it was done.
She was his. And he was hers.
“I love you,” he said as he began to move.
“I love you,” she echoed as her body paced itself to him.
And then there was no more talking. Only feeling. Bodies moving, tension mounting. And love. It echoed around them, through them, within them.
