This kiss isn’t gentle. It’s not slow. It’s everything I’ve been holding back. Every damn word I didn’t know how to say. All the frustration and longing and love I’ve been choking on since the day she moved in and turned my world upside down.
Jade melts into me instantly, her arms locking around my neck, and I groan against her mouth.
It’s like coming home.
Her lips are soft and warm, moving with mine like they were made for this. For us. Like we were always meant to find our way here, no matter how long it took.
She makes a soft sound—somewhere between a gasp and a sigh—and I swear it lights my blood on fire.
I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, and she clutches me tighter. Her fingers thread into my hair and tug, making me lose what little control I have left.
I kiss her like I’ll never get enough of her because I won’t. I already know it.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together, her eyes shining.
“You really do love me,” she whispers, her voice a little breathless.
I rest my hand on her cheek, brushing my thumb across her skin. “I’d tear the world apart for you.”
She grins. “Lucky for the world, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good,” I murmur before I kiss her again—slow this time, but just as sure.
Because she’s mine.
And I’m hers.
And we’re just getting started.
“Now what?”
I smile. “Now we play a game.”
“What kind of game?”
“Twenty questions. Ask me anything.”
“Hmm,” she hums as her fingers toy with the hem of my shirt. “Favorite color?”
“Blue-gray, the same color as your eyes.”
She tugs the hem of my shirt a little higher.
“One place you want to travel to?”
“Alaska.”
I grab the hem of her shirt, and she raises an eyebrow.
“It’s strip twenty questions now,” I tell her, and she grins and lifts her arms over her head.
“What would you pick for your last meal?”
“Surf and turf.”
I tug my shirt off, and her eyes go hazy as she looks at my chest. My cock reacts as her fingers trail down my chest.
“Next question?”