Page 157 of Claim

“Hardly ever, baby.”

When she sits up, I push myself off the bed and hold my hand out to her.

She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and I wink back, a playful glint in my eye.

“A pretty girl once asked me to dance in the rain with her and look up at the stars.”

“Did she now?”

The warmth of her hand in mine sends a jolt through me as I nod.

“And did you do it?” she asks, chewing the inside of her mouth.

“I danced with her. Yes. But I didn’t look up at the stars. I didn’t need to.”

She tilts her head, her dark hair falling around her face, as I lift her to her feet, looking down at her small form.

“And why is that?”

“Because the spark I needed to bring me back to life was standing right in front of me. With her big, blue eyes piercing into the depths of my soul. Turns out, she was the missing piece in my life that I’d been searching for. She is my soulmate. My first true only love.”

“So I was right?” She gives me a wide grin and my heart flutters.

Fuck. I love her so much.

“You were right, baby. I knew it then, I know it now. Entangled with me, forever.”

My hands run over her stomach and tears fall down her cheeks.

“I have one more question for you,”

“What’s that, big man?”

I wipe the droplets away, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Will you do me the honor of dancing in the rain with me, pretty girl?”

I grip both sides of her face and press my nose to hers.

“I’d love to dance in the rain with you, handsome.”

I press my lips against hers, and she strokes the scars on my cheek. Sliding my left hand down her body, I rest it over her bump, feeling my little man kick my palm.

Closing my eyes, I relish in this perfect moment.

It’s like time stands still.

I almost wish I could stay here forever.

As I pull away, her glassy blue eyes meet mine, and I’m lost for words.

“Come on.” I swipe my sweater from the side of the couch and help her put it on before leading her outside.

The rain beats down over us. The cold water can’t even tame my fire for her.

I spin her round like a ballerina and then tug her flush against me, holding her close as we sway in the gentle drizzle.

There isn’t a soul on this planet I could love more than this woman in my arms right now.

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