Page 135 of The Most Perfect Wrong

My fingers thread through his hair, searching for the right words. “Self-discovery,” I murmur finally, my lips ghosting over his as I speak.

His eyebrow arches. “Care to elaborate?”

“Just me, figuring stuff out… realizing things.”

His grip on me tightens, his cock still hard as hell, but his focus doesn’t waver. “Like what?”

I lean down, capturing his lips in a fervent kiss, pouring everything into him. When I pull away, I rest my forehead against his, our breaths mingling in the heavy air between us. “That I love you,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion.I pull back just enough to meet his eyes, needing him to see the truth in mine. “I’m so in love with you, Ryan.”

His eyes search mine, glassy with unshed tears. The rawness in his expression nearly undoes me. “Fuck, babe,” he chokes out, his voice breaking as a tear escapes down his cheek. He cradles my head in his hands and crashes his lips against mine, and it’s everything.

He breaks the kiss, his hands framing my face as if he’s afraid to let go. “I love you too. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. And then he’s kissing me again—deeper, harder. It’s overwhelming in the most beautiful way.

He loves me.

Seeing him like this—so emotional, so vulnerable—is the sexiest, most heart-stopping thing I’ve ever experienced, and it makes me love him even more.

Ryan lifts me off him effortlessly, swinging his legs to the side as he stands. He peels off his joggers with a grin before reaching for me. He pulls my slip over my head, leaving me bare except for my G-string.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my arms and legs around him, laughing softly as he carries me toward the dipping pool.

I kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of his love. His hand moves to my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple, and the combination of his touch and the gentle splash of the water sends a tingling current spiraling through me. My arms tighten around him, holding him close, letting myself soak in every piece of this moment:

The water.

The scenery.

His hands.

His lips.

His body.

And the hard, unrelenting press of his cock, a reminder of how much he wants me, how much he needs me.

This is everything. He’s everything.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice low and full of reverence. His eyes find mine, holding me in place. “Coop?”

“Yeah?” I whisper, my heart thundering in my chest.

“I see you. And I love you… all the way to your bones.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave, and my lips break into a grin that I can feel through every part of me. I laugh, the sound choked with emotion, tears threatening to spill again.

It’s all I’ve ever wanted.

“You remember that?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I remember. I pay attention to the things I’m interested in.”

I shake my head, my throat tightening with emotion. “You have no idea how much that means to me.”

He chuckles, leaning in to plant a kiss on my lips, gentle and unhurried.

I kiss him back like it’s the last kiss I’ll ever have.

And I let myself soak in all of him—the way he loves me, sees me, cherishes me. Every part of him, every word, every touch.

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