“Good morning,” I murmured. I reached back, running my hand through Henry’s curls as he kissed my shoulder.
“I’ll never get over waking up next to you.” He wrapped his arms around me and held tight.
I rolled over, curling myself into his body without opening my eyes. I pressed my face into his neck to catch more of his scent. This morning it reminded me of a warm breeze in a flower garden.
He twined his fingers through my hair, his touch warm and solid andeverything.
“How’re you feeling this morning?”
“Good.” I stretched. There was a slight burning in my neck, but nothing significant yet. “Sleeping next to you is good for me.” I tilted my face for a kiss, which he didn’t hesitate to give me.
His hands were heavy on my body, running down my hips as I shifted so I was lying on top of him. I loved the feel of his warm, bare skin against mine as I deepened the kiss. My nipples rubbed against his chest, sending little sparks of arousal throughme, which intensified when Henry cupped my ass and pulled me right against his hardening cock.
“My darling,” Henry breathed.
My eyes fluttered open as he caressed my face. I leaned into his palm and kissed it.
“I know we haven’t known each other for very long,” he said, his voice sounding gravelly with sleep. “But you’ve completed a part of me I didn’t even know was missing. I… I want forever with you.”
My heart leapt at his words, and I melted into his bright blue eyes.
He took a deep breath as he tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I love you.”
It was like time stopped around us and it was just me and Henry. I trailed my fingers down the stubble on his chin. “You love me?” I whispered.
“So damn much I feel my heart will burst.”
Warmth filled me, running through my body from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, as if Henry’s love was a tangible thing.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been so loved.”
“You better get used to it.” He wiped away a tear I didn’t realize had trailed down my cheek before kissing me on the forehead.
Then all the warmth I felt was replaced by icy fear—fear of rejection, of abandonment, of the inevitability of losing this incredible man. Everyone I loved left me—my mom, my dads, my aunt. I needed to protect my heart, but as I lay there, I realized it was too late. I’d already given a piece of it to Henry.
He stroked his hand down my hair. “There’s no pressure to say it back. I know it’s soon.” His voice was gentle, his face lacking any judgement or anger.
“I want to,” I whispered. “I wish I could, I just…”
“You’re not sure about us, about me, yet. And that’s okay. I’m not in a hurry. I just needed you to know—I’m all in. I never want you to doubt how I feel about you.”
I sat up slightly, my nipples brushing against his chest, and looked deep into his eyes. I hoped he could see everything I wasn’t ready to say in them. He cupped my face, a beautiful smile on his face.
“Come here,” he said, pulling my lips to his.
I rocked against his cock as we kissed, my slick soaking us both.
“What time is it?” I asked, my breaths coming faster.
“Still early. We’ve got over an hour before we have to get on the road, which is good because I’ve missed the taste of you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “It’s been what, like seven hours?”
“Way too fucking long.”
Henry’s strong arms gripped my hips and pulled me up his body until I straddled his chest. “Sit on my face, gorgeous,” he said, grinning.
A thrill of arousal rocked through me. I’d never done this before, but I wasn’t about to refuse his offer. “As you wish.” But instead of scooting up, I turned around to face his feet. I lowered myself onto his face while I leaned forward and grasped his cock.
