Page 64 of Breakaway

“I love you.”

Chapter Eleven

She went very still. Her eyes closed, then opened. “What happened to just fun and games?”

He moved his head slowly from side to side. “It’s more. Don’t get mad again. I know it is for you too. Isn’t it?” He moved his hips, his cock sliding in and out of her sweet pussy.

She blinked at him, her eye makeup smudged a bit, making her big eyes even bigger, hair tangled, lips swollen. She was so incredibly beautiful she made his heart stop.

“Yes,” she whispered. “It’s more. Ah, Jase. I love you too.”

He kissed her mouth softly. “Thank you.”

He thrust harder and she met him at each push, lifting her hips. He rose onto his knees, slid his hands under her knees and lifted them. He pushed her legs closed and she tightened around him, the friction intensifying as he thrust in and out. She gasped. Her eyes went dazed. Her lips parted, all shiny and wet and swollen.

He held her legs straight up with one hand around her ankles, lifting her ass right off the bed, and fucked her—long, hard thrusts, taking her, claiming her, owning her, until he tightened and a hard fiery wave of heat and pleasure swept over him, again, again, again.

He collapsed over her and then, mindful of his weight on her small body, rolled to the side, pulling her with him, chest heaving, lungs straining, heart thudding.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Long moments later, she said, “I don’t understand this. We hardly know each other.”

“I know. I don’t get it either. I’ve never really been in love before. I guess it just…hits you.”

She pulled back to look at him. “You’ve never been in love before?’

“Nope.”

“What about Brianne? You were with her for a long time.”

“Yeah. But I didn’t love her. Not like this.”

“Why did you break up?”

“I thought I told you. She wanted to get married. I didn’t.”

“You were afraid of commitment.”

“No.” He paused, struggling for words. “Okay, yeah. I was. I was terrified.” He squinted. “But I’m not any more. Not with you.” He didn’t understand it, but it was the truth. Miraculously, fucking weirdly, he wasn’t afraid of a commitment—to Remi. He stroked a hand over her hair. “I’m more afraid of being without you.”

“Oh, Jase.” Her whispered words wrapped around his heart and squeezed.

After a long moment, he said, “What about you?

“Hmm?”

Have you ever been in love before?”

“Yeah. Once.”

His gut seized up. “You were?”

“Yes. I thought we were pretty serious.” She laid her cheek back down on his chest and her hand slid up to his shoulder. “But he dumped me. Because I was…boring.”

He choked on a laugh. “You? Boring? Sweetheart, he didn’t know you very well.”

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