“Shit, baby,” I groaned. “You keep squeezin’ me like that and I’m gonna give it to you right now.”
She turned her head just enough to meet my eyes. “Do it.”
I saw it in her face—how bad she wanted it. Not just the sex.
Me.
The whole damn thing.
“I love you,” she breathed, and my rhythm stuttered…stopped. “I love you, Beau Ward.”
I stared at her for a second, still inside her…still feeling so fuckin’ good. Doubt flickered in her eyes, and I knew then that I had to fucking move.
So I pulled her up to kneeling, one hand on her breast, the other turning her face to kiss me.
And I kept fucking her.
Slow…deep…
“I love you, Noelle,” I whispered against her lips.
“Love you?—”
“I wanna marry you.”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
I groaned into her mouth like I couldn’t bear the weight of it—all that hope, all that wanting. My cock throbbed inside her, slow and deep and steady. I couldn’t go fast. Didn’t want to. I wanted her to feel every inch, every word, every vow I was laying into her body with each thrust.
“I’m yours,” I murmured, kissing her like I needed her breath in my lungs. “Always been yours.”
Her fingers clutched at my forearm, nails digging in when I rolled my hips harder. She was panting now, so close again I could feel it—tight, wet, her body begging for release.
“I’m gonna come,” she gasped. “Beau—fuck, I’m gonna?—”
“That’s it,” I groaned, dragging my lips down her jaw, her neck. “Come for me. Let me feel it. Let me give it to you.”
She shattered in my arms, trembling and hot and clenching around me so tight it pulled a broken moan from my chest. I pushed deep—so deep—and let go, spilling inside her with a shudder that shook me to my bones.
“Take it,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “Take every fuckin’ drop, baby.”
We collapsed together, tangled and sweaty and spent, our bodies a mess of heat and breath and something that felt dangerously close to forever.
I didn’t pull out. I didn’t want to.
I just wrapped my arms around her and held her close, her back against my chest, her breath still shaky as I kissed her temple.
“I meant it,” I said softly. “All of it.”
She turned her face just enough to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I know.”
And that should’ve been enough. Thatwasenough.
But the truth kept burning a hole in my chest—low and quiet and insistent. I wasn’t rushing, I wasn’t spiraling…but I also wasn’t about to lie by omission, not after everything we’d just said.
So I reached for my jeans and fished around in the pocket. My heart was still pounding. My body was still humming from her. And yeah—maybe this looked insane from the outside.
But to me, it was just honest.
