"I can't believe I'm here," she whispers. "With you."
"Believe it," I say, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. "Because I'm never letting you go."
She sighs contentedly, already drifting toward sleep. But I stay awake, watching her, planning all the ways I'm going to make her dreams come true.
Whatever she wants, she'll have.
She's mine now.
And I'm going to spend the rest of my life proving she made the right choice.
Chapter Fifteen
Molly
The only way to describe waking up in Beau's king-sized bed is absoluteparadise.
With golden sunrise streaming through those gorgeous custom windows, and the softest flannel sheets I've ever felt wrapped around my naked body like a warm hug from heaven itself… I could die a happy girl right now.
The mattress is so perfectly firm yet soft that I feel like I'm floating on a cloud made of luxury and pure masculine comfort.
Everything in this place smells like the forest. And that soap he uses to make him utterly intoxicating. It's the scent that's become as essential to me as my need to be right here.
I stretch in the sheets, every muscle in my body deliciously sore from last night's activities.
God.Last night.
The way Beau looked at me when he carried me in here. How his hands felt mapping every inch of my skin, worshipping my body, tasting my skin.
Then those beautiful words that fell from his lips like a confession pulled straight from his soul.
"I love you, Molly. I've always loved you."
My chest tightens as I remember the moment he grabbed my heart and squeezed so tight I couldn't even reply.
I didn't say it back. I couldn't.
The words got tangled up with fear and confusion, and the absolutely terrifying realization that this man—Riley's brother—might actually be everything I've been searching for my entire life.
I'm pretty sure he noticed. Actually,of coursehe noticed.
Beau notices everything about me. The way I twirl my hair while I'm overthinking everything. He knows how I bite my lip when I'm nervous. He sees past the smile I use to hide uncertainty.
Unlike Riley. Who only noticed when I wasn't perfect.
Beau somehow finds beauty in all my imperfections. He almostadoresthem more than my good traits. He remembers everything about me, things I said, things I like… all without being told or reminded.
I shift slightly, settling deeper into the warmth of the sheets, and that's when I feel it.
Oh. Hello there.
Something very large, very hard, and very interested pressing against my ass.
Beau's morning erection is... substantial.
Which, considering what I learned about his proportions last night, shouldn't surprise me. But feeling it now, thick and hot against my skin, sends a bolt of desire straight to my core.
With a delicious smile on my lips, I can't help myself.