Page 111 of Fair Play
“You’re not going to cry again, are you?”
“No, but…you sold your cabin?” I’m still struggling to believe it.
“It’s just a building with absolutely no meaning. At the time it represented freedom. From a bad marriage and a lifetime of mistakes. As someone very wisely pointed out, it was where I could go lick my wounds. The thing is, you healed them all.”
I kiss him with what I hope is everything I’m feeling. Because it’s a lot.
“I want to get married,” I whisper between kisses.
“Okay.” He rubs his hands down my back.
“But I don’t know if I want babies,” I murmur, nuzzling the underside of his jaw.
“I’m not sure either.”
“You and Bodi have to try to get along.” I stop kissing him and make sure he’s looking at me. “Can you do that?”
“I can do anything you need me to do.” He brushes my hair back from my face. “I love you, Billie. The only thing I care about is making you happy.”
“It will make me happy if you don’t try to make decisions for me. Make themwithme, even when things get tough.”
“The next yearwillprobably be tough,” he whispers. “But I’m going to try to love you so hard and so well that you won’t notice.”
“Should I take that literally?” I tease, even though my heart feels like it’s swelled to twice its normal size—it’s so full right now.
“Literally and figuratively. My love for you is literal, figurative, and infinite.”
God, I love this man.
“Show me,” I whisper.
With his lips fused to mine, he rolls over so he’s on top of me. He nudges my entrance and then slides in with one firm but gentle thrust. Then he pauses, looking down at me. Leaning on one elbow, he uses his other hand to brush my damp hair out of my face.
“I will never get tired of looking at you,” he says in that gruff, baritone I love so much. “Touching you. Loving you. Every single day.”
“And I’ll never get tired of looking into your eyes. You know I can see straight into your soul, right?”
He smiles. “I do now.”
“It shows me everything I need to know, even when you have trouble saying the words.”
His lips find mine again, and our bodies blend into an exquisite tangle of kisses and passion and…love. So much love. If there’s such a thing as love personified, it’s this.Us.
My orgasm comes on gradually, a gentle detonation that’s no less pleasurable because he’s right there with me. Bodies and souls become one as we move together until the last waves pass and then he collapses against me, lips against my throat, fingers buried in my hair.
“You’re my world, beautiful girl.”
“Are you still afraid I’m going to wreck you?”
“Terrified.” He chuckles. “But I’m still coming back for more.”
“You’d better.”
“What about you?” He stares into my face, and I smile.
“I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”
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