Page 149 of Ride the Sky

“It’s easy. Does that sound weird?”

“Nope.”

“We both sleep well together.”

“No nightmares,” I agree.

“You make food, I eat it,” she says, and I chuckle. Her features screw up like she’s in pain. “And you…you make mehappy, Wyatt. You have always made me happy, even if I want to strangle you on the daily.”

I swallow, my heart pounding so hard, I swear she can hear it.

This conversation is veering toward dangerous territory. I need to tell her I love her. But she’s finally letting me in. If I tell her the truth and she shuts down, I might lose what we already have.

Still, I can’t lie completely. Not after what’s just happened between us. Not when she’s in my arms, trembling, heart keeping rhythm with mine just like those wild horses.

I clear my throat. “That day in Arizona, I didn’t come to watch you ride, Fallon.”

She angles her head, curious. “You didn’t? Then why did you come?”

My throat wells, but I say, “I came to bring you home. I came to bring you back to me.”

Her wide, hazel eyes lock on mine. Something like shock and fear crosses her face as she goes rigid.

I frown. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Her hands slide up my chest to cup my face. “Kiss me.”

“Christ, baby,” I rasp and slam my mouth to hers.

She twists in my arms, slicing her fingers through my hair. Ravenous desire mounts between us, kissing so frantically our teeth knock. With a moan, Fallon melts against me. Soft, surrendering.

Gently, I lower her to the sheets and slide down her body. I pepper kisses down her breasts, her stomach, her scars. She arches in the sheets, gripping my hair, burning beneath me.

The sight of Fallon stretched out beneath me, beautiful, brazen, bare, is almost too much. I devour her with my eyes before capturing her mouth once more. Her taste explodes in my mouth. Whiskey and fire. Woman and warrior.

Mine.

Slowly, I sink inside of her. Fallon’s moans meet mine.

As I thrust, I cup her face. “Tell me,” I say roughly.

“Tell you what?”

“That it’s us.”

I need her words.

Her hazel eyes flutter. Then she whispers, “It’s us.” At my whimper, she rakes her nails down my back. She cries out as I bury myself to the hilt. “It’s us, Wyatt. No one else.”

All I need from her. Now that I know where we’re going, I know what to do.

Ask Stede for permission—real permission—to keep her hand. Then I’ll do it right. Tell her I love her.

Sparks ignite between us as I drive deeper. Slow and steady, lost in this woman who has my heart. Fallon’s cries cut the dark of the early morning. Every thrust feels like being on the outskirts of heaven. Every thrust feels like locking our souls together. And I know I’m falling harder than ever before.

Fuck.

I love him.

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