Page 28 of Only for You
Pinching her chin, he stroked the pad of his thumb over her bottom lip. “You asked me if I could forgive you. Yes. You asked me if I could love you again. The truth is, I never stopped. Not loving you would mean not breathing.”
Those tears, those damn tears she’d promised she wouldn’t shed… Well, that ship sailed as one, and then another, rolled down her cheek. With a low murmur, he wiped them away.
“You have a life in Los Angeles, and I don’t want you to give it up for me. Just…” He pressed his forehead to hers. “Let me be a part of it. We can make Boston and L.A. our homes, or you can stay in L.A., and I’ll live bi-coastal. Or I’ll give Rion and Sasha my part of Lick and help you build your dream.” He brushed his lips over her brow. “Please,” he murmured. “Let me share your life.”
“Only if you let me share yours,” she whispered. The last barrier she’d erected around her heart cracked, the many fissures giving way under the pressure of the love and hope that filled her chest. Her soul. For the first time in five years, she felt…whole. Complete. Shivering, she leaned into his mouth, his kiss, his big, sheltering body. “We’ll figure out the details. As long as we’re together, we can make anything work.”
A shudder worked through him and vibrated against her. “Tell me, Gabby,” he demanded.
“Do you know how much I love hearing you call me that?” She cupped his face between her palms and tilted his head down so she could graze his mouth with hers. Scatter kisses over his chin. “Don’t ever call me anything but Gabby, okay?”
“Whatever you want, Gabby. Now, tell me,” he murmured, his tone urgent.
He didn’t have to clarify; he needed from her what she craved from him… “I love you, Killian Vincent. From the age of nineteen, you’ve been my everything, and you always will be.”
With a low groan, he crushed his mouth to hers. She eagerly parted her lips, curling her tongue around his and cherishing his moan, and the press of his erection against her stomach. He was hers, and she let him claim her, brand her as his.
Forever.
“I think we’ve been longer than a minute.” She smiled into the kiss. “Unless you want to face my uncle’s wrath, I think we should get back out there.”
Killian laughed, and for the first time since reuniting with him, the sound contained humor…joy. Brushing another caress over her mouth, he clasped her hand in his. “As long as we do it together,” he said, giving her back her words, her vow.
She squeezed his fingers. “Together.”
