Page 113 of My Destiny
“Me too.” A sadness washes over me just thinking about it. “She would’ve loved you.”
Bringing his face forward, he brushes his lips against mine. “I’ll let my uncle come here on one condition.”
“What’s that?” I ask.
“If at any stage it gets too hard for you, you need to tell me. This is your home, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it, Brooke.”
“I know.”
“I’ll call past the hospital on my way to work and discuss it with him.” Lifting his head, he looks at the time on the clock beside the bed. “Speaking of work, I don’t have to get up for another half hour.” I laugh when he wiggles his eyebrows.
Tightening his grip on my waist, he rolls onto his back, bringing me with him. I can already feel him hardening under the weight of my body. “Making love to you is my favourite way to pass the time, Mr. Cavanagh.”
“I’d have to agree with you there, Miss Ryan.”
Flipping me back down onto the mattress, he covers my body with his. Placing his lips on my jawline, he trails kisses down my neck as he blindly reaches for the drawer beside the bed to retrieve a condom.
He uses his big strong arms to push himself into a kneeling position. My eyes follow his every move as he rolls the condom down his impressive length. And although we’ve been intimate more times than I can count, my body still quivers with the anticipation of his next move.
He lifts my free leg, bending it at my knee before spreading it wide. I moan the moment his hand comes into contact with my sensitive flesh.
His skillful fingers move in a circular motion around my clit, and I’m already lost in his touch. “I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill of you,” he says as his eyes lock with mine.
For some reason his words fill me with dread. I’ve never felt as close to anyone as I do to him, and if I lost him, I’m not sure how I’d cope. I know how cruel life can be, and how fast things can change. My marriage to Jake is the perfect example.
“I don’t want what we have in this moment to ever change.”
“Never,” he says with such conviction a lump forms in my throat.
“Promise me.” It’s unfair of me to even ask that, but the insecure side of me needs to hear it.
“I promise I’ll love you until I take my last breath. Even then, I won’t stop.”
“What I feel for you scares me at times,” I admit.
“I feel the exact same way.” He shifts his body until it completely covers mine before anchoring one of my legs around his waist. He reaches for my hands, pulling them up and over my head and lacing our fingers together. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly slides himself inside me. “You consume my every thought, my every breath, and that will never change.” Rocking his hips forward, he fills me completely, and a part of me wishes we could stay like this forever. “I love you so much, sometimes it hurts.”
Butterflies churn in my stomach as I sit in front of the television, trying to distract myself. Logan texted me half an hour ago to say he was on his way back here with his uncle. Although I was trying to do the right thing by suggesting he come and stay here until he’s fully recovered, I’m now having major second thoughts.
Just thinking about being in this house with him, with nowhere to escape, makes me incredibly anxious. My hands tremble slightly as I scan through the channels. “I’m heading off now,” Jill says, coming into my view. “Is there anything I can get you before I go?”
Take me with you,is what I want to say, but I don’t. “No, but thank you.”
“Dinner is ready to be dished up when Mr. Cavanagh and Mr. Sanders arrive.”
“I appreciate that, Jill.”
“I’ve made up Mr. Sanders’s room. I’ve put him at the end of the hall to give you and Mr. Cavanagh some privacy.” I nod. “I’m looking forward to having him stay. He’s such a nice man.”
“So I’ve been told.” I place the remote down beside me. Everybody seems to forget all the awful things he said, and how poorly he treated my mother. There was nothingniceabout that.
Lowering her bag to the floor, she takes a seat beside me. “I know this isn’t easy for you, dear,” she says, placing her hand on my leg. “But I think spending some time together will do you both some good. A chance to get to know each other better.” I shrug my shoulders because it’s easier than voicing my true feelings. When I don’t elaborate further, she taps her hand on my leg a few times. “Just give him a chance.” I give her a half-hearted smile because I have nothing to say to that. What chance did he give my mother, or me, for that matter? She sits there silently for a moment before standing. “I’ll see you in the morning then.”
“Okay.”
