“But—” We’d never done this without one.
She laid a finger over my lips. “I have an IUD. I haven’t been with anyone but you. Have you been with anyone but me?”
“Of course not.”
“Good.” She slid her underwear to one side and positioned her soaking-wet opening over me.
“Is this what you want?”
“You’re it for me, Bas. I don’t want anything between us. Is this okay?”
I smiled at her. “Λατρε?α μου. Whatever you want. Just tell me you love me, again.”
“I love you.”
She rocked back onto me, slow at first, until I was nearly all the way in, and I groaned, “Chelsea, God.”
“Just Chelsea.”
Her laugh caught in her throat, replaced with an “oh” as she took me deep inside her. She sat like that, gyrating her hips slowly. My eyes rolled in my head. The pleasure of her overwhelmed me, and I grabbed her arms and flipped her onto her back.
I yanked my pants off the rest of the way and tore her underwear down to the floor. Then I climbed over her. “I love you. I fucking love you.”
“I love fucking you.” Her feet locked behind my ass as I entered her.
“Tell me again.”
“I love you, Bas,” she whispered, like a precious secret. “I want to be with you—always.”
She met my hips with hers, and I lost control, consumed by her body, senses heightened by the knowledge that it was Chelsea, that she’d fallen for me at last, that we could have a future, that she loved me. She loved me.
A powerful orgasm ripped through me, and she shuddered.
“My God, Bas.”
“Just Bas,” I grunted.
She panted out a laugh. “Do you believe in legends?”
“I do now.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chelsea
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Bas was everywhere.
In my mind. In my heart. In my bed.
I’d laid myself open, confessed my most vulnerable feelings, gave him the power to destroy me emotionally.
And I was okay. We were okay.
He slept beside me, arms tight around me, butt-ass naked. I lay awake, remembering how it felt to give in. Remembering all the words he’d said once we’d professed our love and he lost any filter on his emotions.
Promises. So many promises.
