Page 126 of Fallen Knight

When he brings our kiss to an end, we just stare at each other, as if wanting to take a mental picture of this moment. Remember it for the rest of our lives. The momentwefinally begin.

Then he lunges for me again. But instead of kissing me, he spins me around, pushing my hair over one shoulder as his fingers find the zipper of my dress.

“Too bad you’ve already taken the boots off,” he murmurs as he leaves soft kisses along my nape. “Do you have any idea how often I imagined fucking you while you were wearing them?”

My core clenches, a shiver rolling down my spine. All the tiny hairs dotting my body stand on end, a delicious tremor rushing through me as he slowly slides my dress down my arms, allowing it to fall to the floor.

“I can put them back on if you’d like.”

When I face him, his eyes flame as they take in my lace bra and panties. It doesn’t matter this man’s seen me naked countless times. The appreciation in his gaze is still as strong as it was all those years ago when we stood in this same room about to have sex for the first time.

When I made him agree to one night and nothing more.

Now I want to give him the rest of my nights.

“As tempting as that sounds…” He loops an arm around my waist. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Esme.” His lips softly touch mine. “I’m going to make love to you.”

I whimper, melting into his kiss. The world disappears around me as I lose myself in this man and everything he is to me. Everything he’ll always be to me.

His mouth moving against mine, he walks me the few feet toward my bed, kicking off his shoes and loosening his belt as he goes. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, he pulls away, shoving his jeans down his legs before ripping his shirt over his head. Not wanting to waste a single second, I reach behind me and unclasp my bra, tossing it onto our growing pile of clothes.

“God, I’ve missed these.” His pupils flame with desire as he cups my breasts.

When he pinches my nipples the way he knows I like, I throw my head back and moan. “And I’ve missed your hands on them. On me.”

He slams his lips back to mine, supporting me as he lowers me onto the bed and crawls on top of me. His hands roam my frame, every touch igniting an inferno inside me until he grips my panties. I lift my hips and he slides them down my legs. When he returns to me, he pushes my thighs wide.

Then his mouth is on me, tongue swirling, fingers thrusting as he murmurs how much he craves me. How much he can’t live without me.

How much helovesme.

Finally being free to confess our feelings during this intimate moment makes it even more intense. Even more vibrant. Even more powerful. So much so that it takes no time at all for my orgasm to overtake me.

I pull him to me, not ready to come down from this high anytime soon, and cover his mouth, the taste of me on his lips making me burn hotter still.

“I need you inside me, Creed. Need to feel you. Need you to make love to me.”

He returns my kiss with even more fervor, and I wrap my legs around his waist, his erection against my core making me whimper.

“I love that sound,” he remarks, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. “Love the way you move.” He circles his hips, teasing me with what I want. Then his expression falls, becoming more serene. “I loveyou, Esme.”

Emotion swells in my throat, my heart so full I fear it will burst through my chest.

“I love you, too, Creed.”

He closes his eyes, briefly hanging his head. “I thought I’d go to my grave without hearing you say those three words to me.”

“I should have told you years ago.”

“I’m glad you didn’t.” He frames my face in his hands. “If one thing were different, we may not be right here. Right now. And I’ve finally realized that this is all that matters. In New York, I begged you to leave the past behind you. All along, I’ve refused to do the same thing. I thought by focusing on Rory and AJ, Iwasdoing that. But nothing could have been further from the truth. They’re not my future. They’re a past mistake I thought I needed to fix. Now, the only future I see is one with you.”

His eyes sear into me as he eases inside, everything about this moment bigger than I ever expected it could be. From the way he worships me with his body. To the way he links his fingers with mine, each thrust and retreat hitting places I didn’t know existed. To the way he continues to murmur how much he loves me.

And for the first time in my life, I’m happy to return that love. To admit my feelings, to hell with the consequences. To allow Creed to possess all the tiny pieces of my heart I swore I’d always keep locked up tight.

But I could never keep them from Creed. He’s always been the exception to the rule.

“Don’t fight it, Esme,” he grunts as he buries his head in my neck, picking up his pace. “Let me feel you. Let me worship you. Let me love you.” His dark eyes meet mine, affection and need combining within. “God, I love you so bloody much.”

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