Page 278 of Unexpected Heroine

He nods, cupping his hand over mine to hold it in place.

“Then look at me when you’re struggling to believe it. Be it on camera or in person. Look at me. ‘Cause you know what they say?”

“What?”

“When you face the sun, the shadows fall behind you. Let them stay there. In your past, where they won’t darken everything ahead of you. Look at me and let my love drive away the cold like sunshine was made to do. Whenever you need me, I’ll blissfully do that for you. Because I do love you, Tomer. You are so worthy of my love.”

“Dammit, I love you, Violet. I fucking love you. You are... my whole world.” He mashes his lips together and shakes his head. “I don’t read poetry or write love songs. Maybe if I did, I could find a more ornate way to say it. Love? It’s only four letters. Doesn’t do justice to the depth of my feelings. No words could ever ring true with what you mean to me. You deserve a confession more beautiful than any four letters. I speak seven languages and none of them could justly convey the devotion and adoration I have for you. You’re in my bones. My soul. In every damn breath that fills my lungs. My heart didn’t start beating until the first time you looked into my eyes. How could I ever express any of that with words?”

Tears streaming down my cheeks unabashedly, I place a watery kiss on his lips. “I think you just did.”

Before I bawl, I close the distance between our mouths and kiss him deeper this time. It starts tenderly, merely our lips connecting to seal the words we’ve spoken from our hearts. The sound of our breathing echoes around the room, joined by the rustle of our hands roaming over our clothing.

I break the kiss to tell him again. “I love you.”

His hands steadily move up my sides, traveling from my hips to my shoulders before they settle on the sides of my neck. He applies the gentlest pressure. Only enough for me to feel the comfort of his possession.

And I do. I feel it.

He owns me, and dammit, I wouldn’t have it any other way. From the sound of it, I own him right back.

Our sweet kisses soon grow more passionate, awakening that all-consuming arousal. All the love we’re basking in shimmers from my heart down to my core. When our mouths open and close, working over each other’s, all that sadness I’ve felt for so long fades away. Not into darkness, but blending into the light, making it more vibrant.

Every few seconds, one of us pulls away to refill our lungs, taking advantage of the chance to utter more professions of love. We’re starting to be obnoxious with the I love yous, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Unbidden, my hips start rocking over him. His dick stiffens under me, which makes me grind harder until I’m panting and mewling.

The next time I come up for air, I beg, “Will you please make love to me?”

The cords of his neck protrude under my hand where I’m caressing him. “Not sex. Or fucking. If we do this, then it?—”

“It’ll mean something,” I finish for him, grinning and nodding enthusiastically. “It’ll mean everything.”

He holds my cheeks, tilting my face to keep our eyes aligned. “And it’ll be me inside you. Not James or someone you only think you know. It’ll be me. Tomer. Is that what you want?”

“How could you ask that, you dope?” My lips pull tight over my teeth. “To be clear, I’m asking Tomer Stillman to make love to me.”

“Say that one more time, sugar bear.”

“Tomer, will you make love to me?”

He answers with his mouth, but not words. It’s a claiming kiss, scorching my lips and burning himself into my soul.

Exactly where he belongs.

Chapter 52

Imperfect, but worthy of love

TOMER

With Lettie, there’s never enough. I always need more. Crave more. Of her time, her presence, her voice, and her body. More of her touch, her submission, and even her bratty disobedience.

Her laugh, her smile, her sighs, and her moans.

I will simply never get enough of her.

Period.

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