Seaton moved away from the door and walked toward him. "I love the hero look."
She stepped into his embrace when he opened his arms for her.
He hugged her close and when she rubbed her hands over his back.
"You know when you're the biggest hero for me?"
He frowned a little, the skin above the bridge of his nose wrinkled. "When?"
She tipped her head back, her chin against his chest, her beautiful eyes gazing up at him.
He could get lost in her beauty every minute of the day and never be bored.
"When you're near me. When you're holding me. When you're caring for me. Those are the most heroic things you do for me. Just being you, Sam."
She blinked away tears and he frowned.
He lifted his hands up to cradle her face. "Don't cry, baby. Please."
"Happy tears," she explained. "They're happy tears. Really happy, Sam. I love being with you."
He smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
As he hovered less than an inch away, he let out a breath and felt her exhaled breath against his skin. "I love you like crazy, Seaton." He pressed his lips against hers and felt her lean into the kiss. When he pulled back an inch or two from her lips, he leaned in and kissed her cheek just shy of her ear. "I'll love you forever."
He heard her soft intake of breath before she grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss.
SEATON
She wanted him.
She needed him.
Everything inside of her said that this was the right place for her.
He was the right person.
And this, the feelings that were curling around inside of her were new and exciting.
She kissed him again and he slipped his hands down over her lower back and over her backside.
When he drew her closer, pressing them together from their knees to hips and she felt every inch of him pressed against her stomach.
Every time they touched.
Every time Sam ran his hands, those amazing hands, over her body, she wanted it... and wanted more.
While she was with Dylan, being intimate had been nothing but a chore.
It was on his terms and that usually meant that he'd finish and walk away like he'd done her a favor.
With Sam, just lying in bed with him, cuddling or waking up sprawled over him, was all a revelation. It wasn't about his satisfaction. Sam gave just as well as he accepted from her.
It had allowed her to get used to the idea that sex would be something enjoyable for both of them.
Now, still wearing the flowing white dress that she'd been married in, she saw him bend down in front of her and lift her up off of her feet. He had his arms around her legs, his forearms just under her backside.
Her shoes fell to the floor.
