He wraps one arm around me, and dips his hand between my legs, his fingers searching to find that sensitive nub. He rubs lazy circles around it until I’m whimpering and moving against him, begging for more.
“Do you love me?” he asks.
“Yes,” I pant. “I’ve loved you forever.”
“How much?”
“So much, Sully.”
Once he has me so worked up I’m about to explode, he grabs my hips and begins to move inside me, slowly, drawing it out. I feel every inch of him dragging over my sensitive nerves. I writhe, needing more intensity.
“Sully, please,” I pant.
He releases my hips and skims his hands up my body to close over the big globes of my breasts, squeezes as he increases his speed and power.
“Oh, yes,” I gasp in a breath, press my palms on the mattress and arch back against him.
“I love you, Six,” he breaths against my ear.
I twist my head, seeking his mouth, and he doesn’t hesitate to give me what I want.
He cups my face and pulls me that last inch to meet his mouth. Our lips crash together, his groan teasing through me.
He seeks my nipples and rubs and pinches them, increasing his thrusts again until we both go flying over the edge in a free-fall of ecstasy.
He collapses against me, pinning my soft body to the bed. Pushing my long blonde locks aside, he kisses my spine and the base of my neck, and then he pulls back and drags me up the bed, snuggling me close.
“You’re my heart, Maggie. My life. My goddamn everything, and I know I’ll never let you go.”
I know we have so much to sort through, but I believe him and I trust him. He’s not going to leave me again, for Texas or anywhere else.
True contentment fills my heart, and my eyes glaze over. I cup his jaw and kiss his lips, and then we both drift off to blissful sleep.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Maggie—
The bed shifts, and I crack open my eyes to the bright morning light. Keno has his back to the headboard, and his phone in his hands.
I’m on my stomach, and I go up on my elbows, squinting. “Everything okay.”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Everything’s fine. Just club stuff. Go back to sleep.”
I roll to my side and fall back asleep.
The next time I wake, it's to the smell of coffee and Keno shaking my hip. “Wake up, Six.”
I roll over, inhaling the aroma rising from the steaming mug, and sit up, taking the cup he offers. After a long sip, I smile. “Are you going to bring me coffee in bed every morning?”
“If that’s what it takes to keep you happy.” His phone goes off, and he glances at it. “Gotta take this. Give me a minute.”
He strides out of the room in just a pair of low-hanging jeans, the dimples at the base of his spine on display, as well as all that beautiful ink on his back.
Sipping the coffee, I smile to myself, thinking about last night and how he told me he loves me.
Keno is gone a long time, and I eventually slip my arms through his denim shirt, fastening a single snap and pad out into the living area.
I see him standing at the fireplace, snapping twigs and tossing them into the blaze he’s got going. He stares into the flames, but he seems miles away.
