Page 92 of Blissful Devotion

I reach over my head, pulling my shirt up over my head and letting it fall to the ground.

Her eyes darken, the laughter replaced by desire, a need that I’m sure my own are reflecting back to her.

“It would be a shame to waste all this effort." She’s nodding, pushing up on her knees as she shoves the strawberries away before reaching for the hem of her dress.

Fuck me.

Kat’s body has always been delicious, but I swear having a baby only made her even sexier.

Her breasts are huge, a perk of breastfeeding apparently, and while she has a few stretch marks, I can’t help but look at them as something that ties us together.

I’d never cared much what I looked like or how others saw me. I have scars of my own, from my time in the military and doing my job. It just is what it is, something that was unavoidable.

I reach out, dropping my hand to her waist, taking a moment to admire the way our skin looks side by side.

How long have I wanted this, wanted Kat?

I don’t know when it happened, when she went from their girl to someone I wanted too. Don’t know if it happened overnight or in one specific moment, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we're here, and she is mine, today and every day from now until our last.

“I love you.”

The words are out of my mouth before I can second-guess them or stop them.

I’d known it for a while, but I wasn’t sure how to say it. I've never said those words to a woman who wasn’t my mother. They felt important, something said in a moment that would live in our minds forever, not sitting on a bed half-naked next to a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries after a greasy dinner date.

Fuck.

I swallow hard, unsure if I should apologize or just act like I hadn’t said them.

“I love you too.” Her words make me freeze.

I must have heard her wrong; what reason does she have to feel anything for me? I've done nothing but fail her every step of the way.

Tears well in her eyes, and I hate when she cries, so I do the only thing I can think to do to stop her, pulling her into my chest. I crush our lips together, hoping to convey all the things I can’t possibly put into words.

Without breaking our kiss, I roll onto my back, slinging her leg over my waist so that she’s straddling me. The feel of her against me makes me groan. Knowing her pussy is so close makes me feel out of control in the best possible way.

The only problem is these fucking pants aren’t really pants, and they're a serious pain in the ass.

I feel Kat’s smile against my lips as I struggle to pull them down, only for them to roll back up.

“What the hell are these?” I growl, pulling back to look down at the offending piece of clothing.

“Thermal leggings,” she says with a chuckle, bracing her hands on my chest and pushing to sit, rocking on my painfully hard cock.

“They need to come off.”

In a second, she won’t get a choice on how. I have a knife in my pocket that will cut through them like butter.

My cock throbs at the thought, and actually, that might not be a bad idea.

Before I can act on that wonderful idea, she’s standing above me. My mind goes utterly blank as I look up at her as she tucks her hands into her leggings and slowly rolls them down her legs.

Fuck.

“Slower,” I grunt, barely able to speak past the desire that makes me feel like I’m choking.

Her gaze flicks to mine, searching for a moment before a wicked smile pulls at her lips as she does exactly what I said, her movements slow and sensual.