“It’s different with you. Itwillbe different.”
“How?”
“Because the last person in the world I ever want to hurt is you. Everything I do now, I think about you. What would Holly think? What would Holly want me to do? Would Holly be upset if I did this? I’ve never thought about one person this much in my life.”
This makes me smile. “Really?”
“Really. It scares me, but I’ve never been one to run away scared. You’re the reason I’ve been taking time to think. Why does this scare me?”
“And what did you come up with?”
“Because nothing has ever felt so important before. You make me think. And feel. I’ve spent my life living for the next womanto take home for an hour or two, and then I went about my life. You’ve made me realize how empty that is.”
Pointing at my chest, I lift my eyebrows. “Me?”
“I have never wanted to just be around someone before. Watching TV. Cooking dinner. Talking about our days. No one has ever done that to me before.”
The look in his eyes takes my breath away. He means every word he says. “Not the sex?”
“Baby, I’ve never wanted to have sex with anyone like I do with you. But it’s not just the sex.”
“So, when you imagine cooking dinner with me in the kitchen, we’re fully clothed?”
“Sometimes.” He smirks and looks down at our hands. “Holly, put me out of my misery, here. Am I making a fool out of myself by admitting all of this to you?”
“What?”
Sniffling, Decker shifts to gaze into my eyes. “I want this, Holly. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything in my life, but I don’t know for sure whether you chose me or the coffee guy. Did I just admit everything for nothing? Or maybe you don’t believe me enough to trust me.”
No, I believe him. “I wasn’t sure if you were serious. That you’d still want me when there wasn’t any competition,” I admit, my voice quiet.
“And now? Do you believe I’m serious?”
“There may be moments where I doubt it, but that’ll just take time.”
A smile starts to spread across his face, but it stops. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up too high. “Does that mean you choose me?”
“I choose you, Decker,” I whisper. “It was always you.”
“Thank God.” He releases my hand to cup my face and kisses me. “You have no idea how hard it’s been keeping my hands off of you.”
“Trust me, I know.”
“I’m also really tired of fucking my own hand.”
Climbing onto his lap, I kiss his neck. “It’s been torture for me, too.”
“I fucking need you, Holly.”
Confessions of Love
Decker’s hands are under my thighs, scooping me up, and I’m carried quickly to his bedroom. He lays me on his bed, and I’ve never been this dizzy with want.
We strip down, and his mouth is on my breast, soft at first, then harder as I arch to meet him. The way he flicks with his pierced tongue drives me wild, and he makes me a little crazy when he nibbles down, taking me by surprise.
“Ah!” I call out, my hand cupping the back of his head. “I didn’t think I’d like being bitten.”
“Maybe it’s the vampire you went on a date with.”
