Copper gets out and grabs a towel, wrapping it around his hips before he grabs another and enfolds me in its warmth. “Feel better?”
Smiling widely, I run my palm over his cheek, relishing the softness of his beard.
“I do,” I murmur before I kiss him.
This time, he doesn’t let me go. He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bedroom, where he gently places me on the bed, still wrapped in the towel. Following me down, he covers me with his warm weight.
My hands go to his hair, and I remove his hair tie, allowing his dark curls to surround us.
“Love your hair,” I murmur against his lips.
“Love you,” he replies, then stills as he realises what he’s said. He lifts his head to look at me. “I’m not taking it back. I know you aren’t ready to say the words yet, and I can wait. But I need you to know that I love you, Bee.”
God, this man. I’m not sure what I did to deserve him.
My lips tremble. I open my mouth to tell him I love him, too.
His finger presses against my lips as I search for the right words. “I know,” he murmurs. “I can wait.”
“Okay,” I whisper.
He’s right; I’m not ready to say the words yet. But I can show him.
Hooking my leg around his, I use my hips to turn us until I’m lying on top of him. Leaning down, I take his mouth in a deep kiss, pouring everything I can’t yet say into it—all the love I hold in my heart, all the care and devotion I feel for this big, gentle man. The man who’s taken the time to get to know me, to let me heal, and never once blamed me for what I did. Who made me realise it was okay to forgive myself and to reach for my own happiness.
I’m allowed to be happy. I know this as he turns us again and throws our towels on the floor.
With this man, I can be happy.
Because he loves me as I am. Loves me for me with no expectations.
From the day he rode into my life, he’s shown me that I’m worth fighting for.
Copper places a knee on the bed, gripping my thighs and gently applying pressure so I open for him. I hold still as he presses asoft, reverent kiss to my knee. His every move shows me how much he cares.
Inhaling deeply, he mutters, “Fuck, Bee.”
I’m drenched. My need for him coats my thighs. It’s been a long time for me, and I’m not sure I can wait much longer now that we’ve made this shift in our relationship.
I’ve never felt like this. This all-consuming need to have him fill me. I need to feel him deep inside me.
“Copper,” I moan, shifting my hips restlessly.
“I know, baby.”
He runs his nose up my thigh to where I need him the most. A low, needy whimper leaves me as he spreads my pussy lips open with his thumbs. I’m panting even before the first swipe of his tongue, which arches me off the bed with a wail.
“Copper,” I mewl, gripping his hair as he uses his tongue and fingers to send me flying. “Fuck, fuck!”
A satisfied rumble leaves Copper’s chest as I ride his face until I come. I’m a sobbing mess when he finally lets up and works his way up my body, kissing, sucking, and worshipping me until he finally reaches my mouth. He claims it in a kiss that leaves me breathless and needy as he blankets me with his body.
He doesn’t hesitate, sliding his bare cock into my welcoming body.
He doesn’t hesitate when I wrap my legs around his waist and rock my hips, taking him deeper with every thrust.
He doesn’t hesitate to make me his in all the ways that count.
CHAPTER 14
