“I’m going to love you forever.”
He presses a soft kiss to my thigh, then the other, before placing the gentlest one on my pussy.
I nibble at my lip. Maybe not the best time to ask, but I need to know. “What happened with Rose?”
He stands, taking off my coat and top with casual ease, leaving me completely naked while he remains clothed. His hand snakes around my neck, tilting my chin up as his eyes meet mine.
“She doesn't matter anymore. We had words, and I told her to fuck off out of our lives.”
I relax under his touch, my body throbbing with need.
“Bet that went well.”
“Let's just say I’ll be having my locks changed. What matters now is that we don't have to deal with her anymore. Just you and me. For the rest of our lives.”
The sound of that is like a dream come true.
“Are you going to talk to River?”
“I will, but when he wants to. The only thing we can do is give him time because I'm not losing you. I refuse to let you go, and that may be selfish, and I love my son, but I just can't imagine not having you by my side.”
“I feel the same, and I'm assuming your family knows?”
I really hope they are okay with it because they mean so much to him. Although I doubt he would have shown me that affection downstairs if they hadn't known.
“Nothing to worry about there either; they all had a suspicion that there was something between us.”
I crinkle my brows. “Oh?”
“Everyone can see how in love I am with you.”
Oh my word.
The look on his face is everything.
This amazing man is in love with me, and I still can't get my head around it. I don't think I ever will.
“Thanks for stealing my heart.” I lean up and kiss his lips. “I don't want it back.”
He holds me in front of him as he looks me up and down, pupils darkening with a familiar hunger.
“I wasn't going to,” he smirks, his voice rough. “Get your ass in the shower.”
He guides me back, fingers still wrapped around my neck, and with a firm but gentle push, he nudges me inside. I sputter, half laughing, half exasperated.
There's no way he wants to do whatever dirty thing is on his mind in his parents' house.
“You cannot—” I start just as he cuts me off, stepping in anyway, turning the water on, unfazed that he's still clothed.
I’m suddenly on the bench, water cascading over us, drenching us both. It drips from his dark hair, tracing his face as he sinks to his knees again, gripping my thighs, spreading me wide. His tongue darts across his lips.
“Oh, I can and I will,” he growls. “It's been far too long since I've tasted you.”
I tug at his hair, trying to push him away or pull him closer; I don't know, but he doesn't budge.
“You had me yesterday, you insatiable horn dog,” I hiss, a mix of warning and desire.
“Too long, baby. Now I want you to make a mess all over my face.”
