Page 121 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

She gasps softly, her lips parting.

I step closer, cupping her face gently. “I’ve loved you since the first day I met you. And I meant every word I ever said to you. It’s not the arrangement, it’s not some role we’re playing. It’s real.”

Tears spill over her lashes, but she doesn’t look away.

I tilt my head slightly, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “Tell me it’s real for you, too.”

Her lips tremble, her voice barely above a whisper. “It is.”

I exhale, my chest aching with relief.

And then she whispers the words I didn’t even know I was desperate to hear. “I love you, too.”

I don’t wait another second.

I crash my lips against hers, pouring everything into the kiss, every feeling, every regret, every moment we lost.

Her mouth is warm, soft, perfect, molding against mine in a way that makes my chest ache.

I can’t get enough.

My grip tightens, fingers pressing into her as if making sure she’s real, making sure she’s not going to disappear.

She lets out a soft, breathy sigh, and that’s it. That’s all it takes for me to lose every ounce of restraint I have left.

I angle my head, deepening the kiss, tasting her fully, desperate to make up for every second we lost. Every moment I spent wondering if this was real. If I had imagined the way she looked at me, the way I felt drawn to her from the start.

Her hands slide up my chest, fisting my shirt, holding on as if I’m the only thing keeping her standing.

And maybe I am.

Maybe she is for me, too.

I tilt her head back slightly, giving myself more access to her mouth, to everything she’s willing to give me.

My tongue traces the seam of her lips, and she parts for me so easily, so willingly.

She tastes like sweet wine and longing, and I drink her in like she’s the only thing that will quench this unbearable thirst.

A hunger builds inside me, my body instinctively pressing her back until she’s against the nearest tree, my hands slipping down to her hips, her waist, the curve of her lower back.

Her body molds against mine perfectly, her chest rising and falling in sync with mine.

The soft sounds she makes against my lips drive me insane, a mix of want and relief, like she’s been waiting for this just as long as I have.

I kiss her deeper, pouring everything I can’t say into the way I move against her, every unspoken word, every sleepless night spent thinking about her, every ounce of love I feel but don’t know how to express.

She responds with the same urgency, her fingers threading through my hair, tugging me impossibly closer, as if she wants to get lost in me completely.

And God, I want that.

I want her.

Not just for this kiss, not just for tonight.

I want her forever.

When we finally pull apart, we’re breathless, our foreheads resting against each other, our lips still hovering just inches apart, reluctant to break the connection completely.

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