What I see in those pale blue depths is precisely what I feel when I look at her.
Instead of taking her upstairs to the loft, to our bed, I walk us in front of the fire and lower her down onto the bear skin rug in front of it. She gazes up at me with her blue hair spread out beneath her, damp and wild and unruly, a smile curling her lips as she trails her fingers down my chest.
“This is kind of romantic, you know.”
I chuckle and feather my lips across her cheek. “What is? Getting stuck in the rain and then having to drive up the mountain before we freeze to death?”
She laughs and shakes her head. “No. You starting a fire like this and laying me down on a bear skin rug in front of it. It’s very mountain man of you.”
I drag my head back and raise a brow. “Isn’t that what I am?”
Her returning grin matches the spark in her eyes. “I guess you are.”
“What does that make you?”
She chews on her bottom lip, contemplating the question for a moment as her hand travels lower and lower, across my abs, making my entire body tense in anticipation of where it’ll go next.
Her palm wraps around my cock and I groan, my eyes drifting closed at the feel of her touch.
“I…don’t know.”
The hesitation in her voice is enough for me to open my eyes again, and I take her cheek in my palm, dragging her face up until my lips meet hers. They tremble, as if she’s afraid of the answer.
“I know exactly what you are, Bluebell. Mine. That’s all that matters.”
She whimpers against my lips, and I kiss her fiercely, crushing my mouth to hers and dragging my tongue along the seam until she opens for me. Until she accepts everything I’m willing to give her and have been trying to over the last month.
If she hasn’t figured out exactly what she means to me after everything that’s happened, and after everything we’ve said to each other, then I’ll have to find another way to show her.
Every second of every minute of every hour of every day, I will make Lucky see how important she is, how much she means to me, and how impossible life would be without her.
That’s my mission now.
To give her all those things she never had—including the confidence that this isn’t a dream and I’m not going to disappear.
She wraps her legs around my back and guides me to her slick core. The feel of her arousal, knowing she’s so ready for me, makes my cock ache to drive into her, has my brain begging me to bury myself so deeply inside that I’ll never leave that spectacular place. But I hold my hips steady. I keep myself back as I raise myself up on one elbow.
Lucky watches me, breathless and with a furrowed, soft brow. “Why’d you stop?”
“Because I need to taste you first.”
Her cheeks darken, the flickering firelight casting shadows across her body as I slowly work my way down it. I pause to pay special attention to her breasts, sucking one nipple between my lips and flicking my tongue across it, then doing the same to its partner until she writhes under me, her body seeking what I’m holding back.
But not because I want to tease her.
Not because I want to make her wait.
Not because this is some game.
Simply because I need her to know that this thing between us isn’t just sex.
It isn’t merely a sizzling physical attraction we’ve both felt since the moment we met.
It isn’t a fling that’s going to fizzle out once it has lost its excitement and luster.
It isn’t any of those temporary things.
It’s everything.
