She turns her head slightly, blue eyes searching my face.
“I love you.”
The words come out softer this time.
Shyer.
Like she’s afraid of how I might take them.
That’s when something feral inside me snaps.
I spin her around, careful because we’re still inside the shower and our skin is wet and slippery.
I cup her cheeks and gaze into her eyes.
“Again.”
“I love you, J.T.”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Honey,” I mutter.
My hands slide down her arms, then up again.I cup her neck, her breasts, her belly, tracing every swell and dip.
Water runs down her shoulders, over the curves of her body I know better than my own hands.
But it’s her face I’m looking at.
That beautiful, open expression.
Like she just handed me her heart and isn’t sure what I’m going to do with it.
I cup her jaw.
My thumb brushing along her cheek.
“You got any idea what you just did to me?”I murmur.
She blinks up at me.
“What?”
“You just handed a possessive bastard like me the best damn weapon in the world.”
Her brows knit together.
“What are you talking about?”
I lean closer, lowering my voice.
“Now I know you’re mine in every way that matters.”
The corner of her mouth lifts.
“You didn’t already think that?”
“Yeah, maybe,” I admit.“But hearing you say it?”
I shake my head slowly.
