Page 134 of Charmed, I'm Sure
She shrugged, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze flicked between mine.
“What is it?” I asked, my stomach tightening with something more than hunger. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just… I wanted to do something special for you.”
“I appreciate it, and it smells and looks wonderful. But why?”
Tears rimmed her eyes, making the blue take on an almost gray hue. She gave me a watery smile.
“Because I love you.”
Time stopped. The world ceased spinning on its axis as her words sank in.
She’d said it. She’dfuckingsaid it.
Out loud. To my face.
My heart pounded so violently it threatened to break free from my chest. But I had to ask. Had to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating after a long, grueling shift.
“What… What did you just say?”
With a little more vibrato than she had moments ago, she straightened her spine and said it again.
I barely heard it over the rushing in my ears, my mind reeling, my hands shaking.
“What’s for dinner?” I demanded in a rush.
Her brows furrowed, head tilting. “Pot roast?”
“Will it keep?”
“I mean, yeah. It’s in the crockpot on the warm setting—”
Her words cut off with a sharp yelp as I scooped her up by the thighs and carried her out of the kitchen.
“Taylor! What are you doing?” she screeched, her arms looping around my neck.
“I’m going to make love to you.”
“Mother above, that’s such a cringey phrase.”
“Cringe or not, I’m going to show you just how much I love you.”
I stopped walking at her sharp intake of breath, holding her gaze.
“Because I do. I love you, Magnolia Bellevue. I have for a while. I was just waiting for you to catch up.”
Her lips crashed against mine, fingers threading into my hair as I carried her to our bedroom.
Because if I hadanythingto say about it, she’d be moving in sooner rather than later.
Her feet had barely touched the floor before fumbling hands were reaching for buttons and hemlines. Our lips barely parted as each inch of skin was revealed, and by the time Magnolia kicked her leggings from her feet, she was back in my arms, legs wrapped around my waist as I carried her to the bed.
Time stilled, marked only by the rhythmic beating of our hearts as I laid her out across my covers. Moonlight streamed through the windows, bathing her in silvery light, accentuating the soft rise and fall of her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, her pastel hair a halo around her head. And fuck me—she was in goddamn lingerie.
A groan rumbled in my throat, my hands clenching at my sides, itching to trace every inch of her as I took in the sight before me. Teal lace covered her breasts, leaving very little to the imagination, the bronze of her nipples visible through the delicate fabric. But it was the coordinating panties—the ones with the slit down the center—that held my attention far longer than they should have.
She looked like a goddamn goddess, and I was the lucky bastard who got to worship her.
