“You’re crying because it felt good? You gotta be kidding me.” I let my forehead fall to his chest and laughed.
This bastard. Fuck.
I kissed away his tears as he rubbed his hands all over me, and the warmth and strength in them made me never want to move. To let him hold me and stroke those hands across my skin forever.
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“Are you thanking me for sex right now?”
He laughed. “No, I’m thanking you for doing it how I asked and not making fun of me.” He trailed his fingers across my shoulder blades. “That was fucking incredible. Did you like it?”
I took his bottom lip between my teeth, then sucked on it. “I loved it,” I murmured. I dragged a finger across his chest, up his neck, touching all the marks I’d given him.
They were like little flowers across his skin, blossoms of the most vicious love.
Wait, love?
I could feel his eyes on me, and when I glanced up at him, the sudden seriousness in his expression made me freeze.
“Did you hear what I said?” he asked softly.
I licked my lips. “That it was incredible?”
He shook his head, and in a move I’d never be able to do, he flipped us so that I was pinned underneath him. He drew his hands up the underside of my forearms, up to my hands, and slotted his fingers in between mine, holding tight. “I love you, Reese.”
My mouth fell open, and I stared up at him while my brain tried to process his words. “What?”
He dipped his head and pressed his lips to mine in the softest kiss. “I love you, Reese. I love you so damn much and I can’t keep it in anymore. I tried, I really tried.”
He loved me? No, he didn’t mean it like that. How did he mean it? He didn’t know what he was saying.
No, he didn’t love me. He couldn’t love me. I wasn’t hearing things right. Nobodyloved me. Not anymore.
“You…you love me?”
“Yeah. Sorry, are you freaking out right now?” He let go of my hands so he could hold my face firmly, putting more of his weight on me, too, as if he was afraid I’d go running out of the room buck naked and never return.
It was a good idea.
I should do that.
Except I was stuck beneath this disturbingly honest man who…
Loved me.
He couldn’t love me.
I shook my head. “No, you don’t.”
Instead of getting upset or offended, he just raised a brow and smiled. “Oh, I don’t?”
“No.”
“Yeah, you’re right, my bad.”
“It’s okay. We all make mistakes.”
“Mm. Sure. Oh, wait, no. Sorry, I just realized something.”
