Page 94 of Silver Fox's Secret Baby

“I get it. I’ve shown up in the middle of the night like a crazy man. You need to think about it. I’ll leave you now.”

I nodded, thinking that was the safest, smartest route. “Thank you, Henry.”

"Okay, then. Goodnight, Samantha." He turned and walked toward the door. As he did, unease settled in my gut.

He opened the door, and the unease filtered up to my heart. Was I really going to let him go? He’d hurt me, but I’d hurt him too. He’d hid his feelings from me, but so I had I from him. Tonight, he laid his heart bare, but I was still hiding in fear.

"Wait, Henry."

He looked over his shoulder. "Is something wrong?"

Could I do this? If I did, would it be different? Could we finally have the love I’d yearned for since the moment I fell for him five years ago?

My love for him overpowered my fear. I rushed to him, throwing my arms around him.

His arms banded around me. “Please tell me this means you forgive me. That you’re going to give me another chance.”

She sniffled as she pulled her head back to look at me. “I forgive you, but I don’t want this to be a chance. We do it or we don’t.”

He smiled. “We do it.” He leaned in, his lips covering mine in the sweetest, tenderest kiss I’d ever had.

I remembered I hadn’t told him my feelings. “I love you, Henry.”

“I hope that’s true.”

“It is. I’ve always loved you.”

He brushed my tears away. “I was such an idiot. A coward. But no more. I promise.”

He kissed me again, and as he did, the past pain crumbled away, leaving the sweetness of love and hope for a future.

“I’d do anything to make love to you. Is it too soon?” he asked.

I laughed. “No. It’s not too soon.” I took his hand and led him upstairs and to my room. I closed and locked the door, and then Henry pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His hands caressed my body, but he wasn’t in a hurry as the remnants of our clothing fell to the floor.

He stood back, his gaze running the length of my body. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Samantha. You take my breath.”

I pressed my palm to his cheek. “You make me feel beautiful. I love the way you look at me.”

He kissed my palm. “Let me make love to you.” He led me to the bed, and as his hands worshiped my body again, I realized that this time, we were truly making love. Sure, I’d loved him before and he’d apparently loved me, but it hadn’t been out in the open. Our hearts hadn’t been exposed.

I wondered if he felt the same as his fingers danced across my skin, exploring every inch of my body. His lips followed until I was a quivering mass of need.

“I need you.” I reached for him.

“I’m right here, baby.” He covered my body with his. He took my hand, lacing our fingers as he pulled them overhead. “Samantha.”

I opened my eyes to find his filled with passion and love staring down on me.

“I love you.” He pressed inside me, slowly, deliberately, until he was fully a part of me. Joined as one, the piece of my heart finally fused back together, the boundaries between us dissolved. He kissed me, and I felt like our souls had merged. Finally.

He withdrew, slid in, and the moment was perfection.

"Feel how much I love you,” he murmured against my neck as he trailed kisses.

"Never let me go." I gripped his hands, vowing to never let him go.

"Never."

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