Page 106 of Falling for You

“Damn right,” I admit.

Rolling us over so he’s hovering above me, he takes my face in his hands. He’s still not wearing his glasses because we’ve just woken up so I can clearly see his eyes with nothing in the way.

“Can you see okay without your glasses?”

“Up close, yeah. I’m near sighted so at this distance, it’s not a problem. I just can’t see things far away. I actually didn’t start wearing them until a few years ago.”

“They’re sexy on you,” I admit and he grins, “but everything is.” I don’t try to be coy about my feelings or desires for Rex anymore. He’s the most handsome man in the world to me, and he deserves to know it. But it’s so much more than his looks. It’s how he makes me feel, the joy and laughter he brings to my life. It might make me sound selfish, to explain in a way that sounds like it’s all about me, but I can’t necessarily say what I do for him. However, I know, deep in my heart, that what he gives to me, I give right back. How could I not? The love I feel for this man is so strong, it’s impossible to ignore.

“Yeah? You’re sexy.”

“Just think how beautiful our baby will be.”

He growls, slams his lips down for a toe-curling kiss. “That might be the sexiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

“Our.” I kiss his lips, my touch on his back feather-light. “Baby.”

“You want some?” he asks, voice so low and husky it makes me squirm beneath him. “Because keep talking like that, and you might not be able to walk around The Goat today.”

“Our baby,” I whisper against his lips, asking for everything he’ll give me.

“Yeah,” he grunts. “Are you wet for me?” He reaches between us, fingers teasing. “Oh yeah. You’re wet. So wet.” His large hand cups my center. “This is only for me, right, gorgeous?”

“Only you.”

Gripping his hardness, he rubs the tip up and down my center. “That’s right. Mine. Forever, yeah?”

“Yes,” I agree, thankful he’s distracting me with his insanely hot body so I don’t burst into tears.

He enters me, slowly, reverently. Making love to me, speaking to my heart with his body. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight against me. Our bodies are flush against each other. Our movements are unhurried, the build-up drawn-out, making it feel that much more intense. What we have between us is more than just physical.

He’s gazing at me with so much love, tears spring to my eyes.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips.

“So much,” I agree. “Love you so much, honey.”

“I’ll never get enough of you. Of this,” he grunts, swirling his hips so he grinds against me. He’s so big. So strong. Maybe it goes against everything that women are taught to believe, but I love feeling so small because of his size. Protected and safe, I know he’ll take care of me forever.

A tear leaks from the corner of my eye and he catches it with his mouth, kissing away the wetness. “It’s okay, gorgeous. I’ve got you and I’m not letting go.”

“Promise?”

No one except my mom has been there for me like Rex is. When she died, I thought I’d be alone forever. Never thought I would find someone whose love would turn me inside out the way Rex’s does.

“Easiest promise I’ll ever make.”

“Oh my,” I gasp when he thrusts in deep.

“You feel so good.” I crane my neck, kissing him roughly. We’re as connected as two people can be, yet it’s still not enough. Desperately, my fingers claw at his back, my ankles lock around his thighs.

His movements are painfully slow. In and out, I feel every ripple between us. It sends tingles up my spine. This is what a slow burn feels like.

When he reaches between us, thumb rubbing over my clit, my orgasm already building so strongly, I soar. I’m hovering above, looking down. Out of my body. Out of my mind. Never before has it felt like this, not even with Rex. I’m completely and totally gone for him. Heart, soul, body — I’m his. I don’t know if it’s knowing that I’m growing a part of him inside me or something else entirely. Maybe it’s that I’ve finally given myself over to him.

Rex slides an arm under my back, I arch up and he buries his face into my neck.

We come together, grunting, whispering our love for each other.

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