“The power of love gave me an orgasm,” I say.
Immediately, I groan .
“That’s not what I was supposed to say!”
“It was well said, intentional or not,” Caspian says reassuringly.
“I wanted to say that I love you too,” I complain. “A cheesy line about the power of love was not the plan.”
He makes a sharp, jagged sound, and I pull back enough to see him.
He looks so stunned and joyful that it’s almost too much to bear.
“I love you,” I repeat, because he looks like he didn’t quite get it.
He exhales and pulls me to him so tightly I gasp.
He kisses my cheek, my temple, the corner of my mouth—each kiss like
a vow.
“You don’t know what you just did to me,” he whispers.
“Pretty sure I do,” I mumble. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”
He lets out a breathless laugh. “I might. From happiness.”
He wraps an arm around my back and lifts me off the washer.
“I’m happy too,” I say. “I’m so happy I didn’t know it was possible.”
My heart is a wild, soaring thing.
I want to make him feel good—like he did to me.
I drop to my knees.
Taking a deep breath, I start fumbling with his belt.
“Antonio.” His voice drops.
I lift my gaze, heart racing. I don’t want him to say no. I need him to say yes.
“I want you,” he says roughly. “So goddamn much. I don’t think you even realize how much. Seeing you on your knees like that—fuck. I could almost come from this sight alone.”
He pauses, and I file his words away to be carefully inspected and treasured later.
“I’m not saying I don’t want you to do this. That would be lying. I don’t even know how many times I’ve dreamed about this.”
I glow.
I’ve dreamed about this too.
In the secret corners of my mind where I didn’t think I was allowed to go.
“But I need to say something. My love for you isn’t conditional. I love you no matter what happens or doesn’t happen between us.”
He gives me a serious look.
