Page 100 of Untethered Heart
My shirt was already unbuttoned a little to ease the pressure off my chest, but now I release them all, slowly peeling it open and over my shoulders.
Lex gasps when she sees it. I’ve never been shy about taking risks in my business. Once I know the answer, I go all in. Lex is no different. She is every answer, before I even knew the question.
I throw my shirt to join my jacket and stay before her with my chest bare, an anchor and her name inked over my heart.
It’s still covered with the plastic film from earlier. I need to clean and treat it like Gage instructed me to. Lex stands, bringing her body flush against mine as her finger hovers over my chest.
“When did you do this?” she whispers.
“Straight after I dropped you back at your place this morning.”
“Whydid you do this?” She finally looks up at me, her question lingering in the air.
“Because”—I place a hand against her cheek—“I’m so in love with you, Lex. I want to carry you with me everywhere, especially inked over my heart, since that’s where you live, anyway.”
The tears that were building spill over her lashes, tracking down her cheek. She throws herself at me, and I easily catch her as she locks her arms around me, burying her face into my neck.
“I love you so much, too.”
With a hand on the back of her head, I pull back so I can look into her eyes. Time feels as though it stops. The world doesn’t spin, and my heart doesn’t beat until I crash my mouth against hers.
Is it possible that every move I’ve made in my life was designed to bring me to this very moment? The moment where I’m loved by this woman. My body feels weightless as I’m filled with a kind of happiness I never expected. It’s different because it’s entirely mine. It’s not tied to obligation or expectations. All I need to do is love her right back, and that’s as easy as breathing.
I continue to kiss Lex as I lower us both onto the bed. What started as red-hot need transitions into languid and savouring devotion. Our tongues stroke against each other as our fingers trace patterns, shedding items of clothing until we’re lying on top of the sheets, completely naked.
My hand inches over the silken skin of Lex’s thigh until I find her knee, then I hook it over my hip. Before I find my home inside her, my hard cock nudging her entrance, I halt my kisses to look into her grey eyes.
“I love you,” I whisper.
“I love you, too,” she says, and before the words are even finished, I’m slowly pushing into her.
She throws her head back with a moan that’s both sweet and satisfying. I pull out and thrust back in, keeping my movements slow and deep, soaking up every zip and tingle that darts through my body.
My arms shake, my back shudders, my stomach squeezes as pleasure licks all over me. Lex wraps both legs around my waist, her hands dig into my hair, and she drags her nails along the backof my neck as I continue to make love to her. Something that’s reserved only for her. My love.
Infinite kisses are traded as the fire in my spine turns scorching, my balls tighten, and my dick feels impossibly hard, ready to explode.
I bring a hand between our bodies so I can gently massage circles over her clit. Her pussy flutters on contact and she sighs into my mouth. I keep my pace unhurried, holding myself deeper as her legs wind tighter around me. Our breaths turn ragged, and I know we’re both on the edge.
She clenches around me, and I groan into her mouth as I feel her arousal flood around me, and then I’m pulsing my release into her. I wait until every drop spills, and then I tuck my knees up alongside her torso and scoop my arms under her back, hugging her body to mine as we come down.
Her fingers run up and down my spine as I just exist within her arms.
“Promise you’ll never let me go.”
I squeeze her tighter. “Never.”
Chapter forty-eight
I can do this. I don’t think there’s anything I could do wrong in Caleb’s eyes.
“Lex?” I shake out of my thoughts and bring my attention back to Isabelle, who’s showing me the new artwork for our whiskey labels.
“I love them. I think the charcoal and gold work perfectly for the distillery.”
“Me too. And then we’ll do white and gold for the tavern, which works perfectly with Beth’s idea to have the middle foyer of the two buildings be half black and half white.” Isabelle smiles.
“Yes! I loved that idea.”
