Page 89 of Feels Like Home

Her eyes are so bright they look like emeralds, her skin flushed a beautiful shade ofpink.

I chuckle. “That would be ano.”

“Because you like ’embig?”

To that, I do laugh. “That would also be a no. I don’t care, Christine, because I love you. Every part of you. They aren’t fake. They’re stillyou.”

Her eyes widen at my words that so effortlessly slipped out, as if I’ve been saying them to her my entirelife.

“What did you justsay?”

Smiling, my teeth drag across my bottom lip. I can’t think of a better time to let her know how I feel than right now. I look into her eyes and hope she can see in them what I said istrue.

“Didyou…”

“Mean it? Hell yes. I love you,” I say again because now that the words came out, they’re pretty easy tosay.

“I love you rightback.”

I kiss her. Hard. Bruising. Because there’s no other responseworthy.

When I move my head back, her eyes are twinkling. “You make me happier than I’ve everbeen.”

The pride in hearing that swells inside my chest. “Damn glad to hear that. I don’t plan on that changing,either.”

“Never. Now. Are we gonna do something about that?” she asks teasingly, pointing at my strainingerection.

“What did you haveplanned?”

“Do I get to run the shownow?”

I twist, landing on the bed beside her and move my hands above me like I had positioned herearlier.

Rather than trying to look seductive or feigning innocence, she latches onto me like she does with anything inlife.

Vigor.

Enthusiasm.

And a whole lotof…

“Holy shit!” I yell out, my hips bucking up into her mouth when I feel myself hit the back of herthroat.

“Sorry, but damn. Couldn’t helpmyself.”

My pushiness doesn’t seem to affect her, though. She simply hums in response. Her head is bobbing up and down, her soft hair creating a curtain around herface.

I reach down and fist it, pulling it away so I can see herbetter.

Her hand is wrapped around me, twisting as her mouth continues to move, sucking at thetip.

I feel myself tighten, but no way am I ending our first time together thisway.

“Woman, you need to let up. Now,” Igrowl.

She moves quickly, straddling me, using her hand to center me while sliding down ever soslowly.

We both groan. Neither of us moves for a few beats. I’m enjoying the feel of her wrapped around me, of me filling herup.

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