“Do you think they would be proud of me?” he asks, voice muffled against my skin.
“So proud,” I say, softly stroking his hair as I set the photo aside. “They’d be so fucking proud of you, Ro.”
His shoulders shake, and as I hold him, it hits me from out of the blue.
I have to tell him.
“I’m so sorry, Ro. I should’ve told you the moment I knew.”
Lifting his head, he leans away, teary eyes searching mine. “Knew what?”
Tears fall from my eyes onto his bare chest. “That I love you too.”
A sob wrenches from his throat as he buries his face in my chest, wrapping his arms around me so tight I can barely breathe.
Resting my cheek on top of his head, I sigh.
“I never stopped. Just locked it away, too scared to trust you again.”
He sniffles and leans away, eyes searching mine. “Does this mean you forgive me?”
“Yes. Of course, I forgive you.”
The next words out of his mouth make me swoon.
“Will you be mine again? No faking it, Iz. Be mine forever?”
“Promise me. Promise you will never leave without saying goodbye ever again.”
“I promise.”
“Then, yes. I’m yours. Forever and always.”
Vulnerability shifts into heat as his eyes darken. Urgent, desperate, and hungry, his mouth crashes into mine. Raw and primal, the collision of need and want makes my head spin.
Matching his pace, I pour everything I’ve been holding back since before we even started our agreement into the kiss. Fingers tangle in his hair as he grips my hips, pulling me tighter against him as he hardens beneath me.
Hands slide up under my oversized T-shirt, palms hot against my skin. Gripping the hem, he yanks it up, breaking our kiss only long enough to tug it over my head. Cool air kisses my bare skin, and my nipples harden instantly.
The only sounds filling the room are soft pants and the rustling of us brushing against each other.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties, he gives them a quick, sharp tug, a strangled gasp falling from my lips as he rips them away.
Already wet and aching, he swipes his thumb through my pussy, making me moan. Dragging my wetness through my slit up to my clit, he swirls it in slow circles before dipping to my entrance and back up again.
Breath hot against my neck, he grunts, “I need you, Iz. Now.”
I push up to my knees, giving him room to hurriedly fumble and shove down his sweatpants.
As soon as he’s free, I move into position, sinking down slowly, inch by inch until I’m fully seated in his lap.
Pussy clenching around his cock, we groan as I wrap my arms around his neck, foreheads pressed together as I begin to move, lifting and rocking my hips.
“Hell, Sunshine,” he pants as he slides his hands from my waist to palm my ass. “Just like that.”
Tears prick at my eyes. It’s almost too much. Theoverwhelming feeling of love I have for this man is surely going to break me.
“Look at me,” Rowan commands softly, voice thick with emotion.
