Page 127 of Crazy In Love
I saw everything in that dark gray gaze of his.
Adoration and love. Maybe even a little fear, which I desperately tried to ignore.
I was overcome with emotion.
Overwhelmed by my feelings for him.
“I love you, Bridger,” I whispered, my gaze locked with his.
He tugged my head down and kissed me hard before gripping my hips and moving me faster.
He moved his hand between us, knowing exactly what I needed.
My body started to shake as bright lights exploded behind my eyelids, and my head fell back on a cry. He gripped me tighter, thrusting into me once more, before he buried his face in my neck, and a guttural sound left him.
We continued riding out every last bit of pleasure, my arms wrapped around his neck and my cheek resting beside his.
Once our breathing had slowed, I pulled back to look at him.
I told him that I loved him.
He hadn’t said it back, and I didn’t need him to.
I already knew that he loved me.
But saying it would be another story.
“Hey,” he said, tucking my hair behind my ears. “You want to take a shower before bed?”
“Well, you do have that soaking tub in your bathroom, so we could test it out.”
“I haven’t taken a bath since I was a kid.” He chuckled. I’d used the tub several times when I was here, but Bridger usually sat on the floor beside the tub sipping his wine while we talked about our days. “But if you want me to soak in warm dirty water with you, I’ll do it.”
I laughed. “I’ll take it.”
We made our way to the bathroom, and I turned on the water, setting two towels on the built-in bench beside the tub. “You get in first, you’re taller.”
“That’s an understatement, shorty.”
He climbed in, wincing at how hot the water was, and I assured him his body would adjust and appreciate it in a fewseconds. I slipped in, settling in front of him and sitting between his thick thighs. My back was pressed against his chest, and I used the hair tie on my wrist to tie my hair up in a messy bun on top of my head.
“You didn’t tell me how your lunch went today with the girls,” he said as he kissed the side of my neck.
“It was great. Henley asked me to be a bridesmaid at her wedding,” I said, leaning my head back to smile at him over my shoulder. “And she and Lulu were just telling me and Eloise all about their wedding plans and colors and all that fun stuff.”
“Weddings seem like a waste of money to me,” he grumped. “It’s all for just one day, and then it’s over.”
I chuckled. “I mean, I get that to an extent. But I also think it’s something that people dream about their whole lives, you know? It’s a special day, and in some ways it’s like interior design. You want your home to fit the people living there, and you want your wedding day to fit the couple and what they want. I love going to weddings, because they also tell a story.”
I’d been to several over the last few years; my college roommates had gotten married, and my cousin had also tied the knot. I loved when people brought in personal details to their special day.
He was quiet again.
But that was Bridger. He had to process things.
“We have dinner with your family tomorrow, right?” he asked. He’d joined me at my parents’ house a few days after Christmas once they were feeling better, and of course it was nothing like his family holiday. It was just my parents and Bridger and me. But tomorrow, Jacoby and Shana were coming to town, and we were all having dinner.
My brother and Bridger knew one another from growing up in Rosewood River, but Jacoby was a few years older, so they didn’t know each other well.
