Page 110 of Unfolding Kiara

“I am staring at you,” she said. “I am sorry, Ethan.”

I frowned, “What are you apologizing for?”

She stepped closer to me, her brown eyes gazing up at me. “I was so selfish in my guilt that I never stopped to think it was your child too. I am sorry for not thinking about you. Before you say something else, I want to confess.”

I raised my eyebrows, waiting for her to continue. She licked her lips, “I love you, Ethan. I have been in love with you for so long and I never once forgot about the way you make me feel when we are together or alone. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, even if it is filled with lots of difficulties.”

My heartbeat thundered in my chest when she cupped my jaw. “I am made for your love, Ethan Kane.”

I kissed her. Her lips melted against mine when I caressed them. My arms tightening around her, holding her close when she feathered my hair, pulling me close. My breathing wavered, and I felt lightheaded.

This is real.

I pulled away, my voice husky and breathy, “I have been dying to hear that, Bella. I love you so fucking much it hurts. Every night after telling stories to the baby, I said it to you when you were asleep, but now hearing you say it to me.” I shook my head. “I am crazy for you and I don’t want anyone else but you. God, I love you so much.”

We were grinning as we kissed again, falling on the couch when I made her say it again and again until it was a mantra between us. She moaned those words against my lips when I asked her to, thrusting inside her in a slow, loving caress. Our bodies pressing against each other, too afraid to let go as we kept whispering the words of love until we were satisfied.

I pulled her sleepy body closer to me, snuggling her to my warm chest. Smiling down at her gorgeous face, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “I am made for your love too, Kiara Sharma.”

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