Page 119 of Resurfaced Passion

He consumed her.

She hit paradise time after time and came and came.

She came so freaking hard that she lost whole minutes, lost in the space of bliss.

And there was no more room for doubts to slide in between the cracks.

She loved him.

She trusted him.

And hoped that would always be that way.

* * *

Sex drunk and sated. There was no sleep like it.

Of course, his subconscious was a vicious cunt and infiltrated Reaper’s dreams while his girl slept snugly against his ribs and Reaper powerless to the past.

“What?”

“I said you love me,” She didn’t so much as stumble over her words did his sweet young girl. He ought to be locked up for fucking her in the back of his truck, but he couldn’t feel anything south of his waist, not because she was straddled over him, she was light as a feather. But she’d fucked all feeling out of his body and was now sat smugly looking down at him. “You love me so much, Judson, and I love you too.”

Holy.

Fuck.

His heart stopped working.

He’d been gearing up to tell her for a week now, every night he told himself he’d do it tomorrow. Tomorrow would come and Jud would chicken the fuck out, frightened it was too soon and she’d think he was trying to smother her in their relationship.

Little did he know she’d kill his cock, sit naked on him and then say the words first.

He had a train wreck of excitement in his chest.

“For the record, I get to say I love you first.”

His ladybug grinned and stroked strands of his fallen hair. “Nope. I said it for the both of us.”

“Take it back.”

“No way.”

“Ladybug…” His tried to warn but it was useless when she giggled. “Fine,” he conceded with his own smile. “Now kiss me and make it right.”

He figured he was only falling in love once in his lifetime and this was it. It mattered none who said it first, when Jud knew absolutely he’d say it most.

He woke, not with a start as always.

Nor was his heart pounding out of his chest like it usually did after one of those dreams.

He wasn’t plagued with sadness.

The soft warmth of the woman in his arms kept him anchored in the here and now within the darkness of her bedroom.

Limbs tangled under the comforter and Reaper brought a hand from her waist to gently palm the side of Paige’s sleeping face. He couldn’t see her features through the darkness, but he could be a blind man and know how fucking beautiful she was. His fingers stroked through her hair to hold the back of her head, his mouth found hers, kissing her lightly. “Paige?”

“Mmm?” She mumbled curling deeper into his chest, filling him with helium, and he smiled to himself, taking another sip of her sweet lips. “Love you, baby.”

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