“I need to see you.”
With that, he flipped me around and picked me up so we were face-to-face, standing beside the bed.
“We’re going to do it standing up?” I asked him. “Because I’m into it.”
“I’m up for anything you want—but right now, I needthis.”
He gently lowered me to the bed and climbed on top of me.
“I need to see how gorgeous you look when I make you come again.”
“Harrison,” I giggled and slapped his arm. “Stop. You’re embarrassing me!”
“What? You’re perfect in every way.Especiallywhen you’re screaming my name.”
He leaned down to kiss me, cradling my cheek tenderly.
“I feel so fucking lucky,” he whispered to me.
His eyes scanned my face like he was seeing me for the first time. My heart felt light enough to spring out of my chest. Had I ever been this happy?
“We’re both lucky,” I said. “Or maybe it isn’t truly luck? Because to me, this feels like destiny.”
I lifted my head just enough to kiss him, which magnetized us back together. Once our lips touched, it was tough to get us to stop.
Harrison bumped my legs apart with his knee and moved closer to me. This time, he didn’t wait and slid all the way inside with a groan. I closed my eyes.
“Look at me,” he whispered as he began moving, rolling his hips in a way that hit all the right spots.
I opened my eyes and met his.
“I love you, Gwen Ackland,” he said.
I couldn’t process any of it. The way he was making me feel, the fact that this perfectly flawed human was in love with me, the potential to spend the rest of my days with him, feeling this happy. This content.
“I’m sorry…” he paused mid-stroke. “You have nothing to say back to me?”
“I love you!” I shouted and laughed at the same time. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”
I would’ve kept screaming it, but he started laughing and clamped his hand over my mouth. I bit his finger.
“Ouch! Is that how we’re playing?”
He leaned down to nip my neck.
“Vampire.” I smacked his shoulder.
“Something like that,” he said and eased back into rhythm.
I locked my legs behind his back and let myself get lost in him. In us.
We were thousands of miles away from home, locked away in a hotel room together, and it was exactly where we needed to be.
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“He’ll need his insulin at eight, which I trust you’re comfortable giving him?” I asked.
