I reach to catch his lips with mine.
“And then we’ll go home,” he whispers against my lips, lining his cock with my entrance. “And we’ll be happy.” He pushes in slowly and I inhale sharply at his length. “And we’ll be okay.”
I nod, whimpering as he pushes to the hilt. “I love you.”
“I love you.”
It took me about a day and a half to feel recharged. Christian is and always has been a loving, patient man. Out of all the things I love about and admire him for, it’s his patience. I barely have any of that.
Today was filled with overwhelming sightseeing because we leave tomorrow. And even after convincing Christian to go on a Big Bus Tour, splurging in the M&M Store, eating at this all pink restaurant in SoHo, and walking nearly five miles today, I came back with too much energy left over to burn.
Christian’s hands are tight around my hips as I bounce on his lap while he lies back. I lean forward between his legs to hold myself up with my hands as we both come down from the high, and I sigh.
I fall beside him onto his giant bed and chuckle breathlessly, “I love New York.”
Christian laughs and reaches to kiss me. “Yeah?”
“But not as much as I love Willow Springs,” I say, throwing a leg over his hip. “That’s home.”
“It is,” he agrees. “Did you have fun today?”
I nod. “Yes. Now what?”
“We go home.”
“And you’ll be okay?”
“New York was never really my place,” Christian says.
“How will you work?”
“I’ll figure it out, baby. Come here.” Wrapped in his arms, I sigh—both content and safe. “I don’t want you to think about it.”
“Are you happy, Christian?”
“Right now?” he asks. “Yes.”
I put my palm to his trimmed, stubbled cheek. “And are you happy with…everything?”
“I’m happy as long as you’re with me,” Christian whispers. “As long as I can love you.”
I brush my lips over his.
“Are you happy, Lana?”
“I’m always happy with you,” I answer easily. “My life has been a strange one. My dad left when I was young, my mother brought me with her to America with hopes for a better life, we had to learn English, and it was hard. I kept wondering why she’d do something like this to me—bring me somewhere with so much evil. I grew up though, and I obviously learned that evil is everywhere, but I hated it for a while. I hated my life for a long time, always wonderingwhat if?What if we hadn’t moved? What if my dad hadn’t left us?”
My vision blurs at its corners, but my focus remains solely on him.
“But then I met you,” I croak. “And a lot of mywhat ifswent out the window because if any of those happened then I would not have been with you. I wouldn’t have been able to love you and known what it was like to be loved so profoundly—the way you love me. No one has ever loved me the way you have, Christian Calloway.”
Christian sniffs and leans into my touch, turning to place a fragile kiss on my palm. “No one has ever loved me the way you have, Lana Aurora Gomez.”
I chuckle. “You’re my shark.”
“Your shark?”
“It’s a thing. Trust me.”
