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So I kissed him hard, pushing him back against the sink, making him yelp in surprise. I broke the kiss, resting my forehead to his. “Stop thinking I’m gonna freak out,” I whispered.
His blue eyes met mine, searching.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I added, then pulled my T-shirt off before taking care of his. I stuck my fingers under the waistband of his shorts and stopped, smiling for a momentbefore I kissed him again and pushed his shorts and briefs down.
I made a point of not looking down—even though I kind of wanted to—keeping my eyes locked with his as I dropped my own shorts. Then I shoved him into the shower stall, following him in, pushing him against the tiles, and kissing him under the stream of hot water.
He laughed, leaning his body forward to press against mine, one hand on my side, the other on my neck. And he looked at me, smiling, water dripping down his face, his kiss-swollen lips, and fuck-me eyes.
It was . . . hot. Dangerously so.
Feral and unbidden.
I gripped his chin. “Fuck. You shouldn’t look at me like that.”
He chuckled. “Like what?”
I growled because he knew damn well.
His tongue traced the corner of his mouth, and fucking hell, I’d never seen someone look so... seductive. And he wasn’t even trying.
At least I didn’t think he was.
He was just . . . happy. Sated.
God, he was doing something to my heart. Making it thump and feel so big that it knocked against my ribs.
Now, I’d been with a lot of women.
Like, a lot.
I’d been in a monogamous relationship for almost two years.
But none of them made me feel like this.
None.
My heart felt jittery and far too big and utterly amazing.
Then he took the soap and put it to my chest, as if he knew what I was thinking, what I was feeling. He washed me, his eyes drinking all of me in, and I swear I fell in love with him a little more.
Or a lot.
Like it solidified or cemented, or something. Me only realizing recently that the love I’d had for him was real, and now I knew for a fact it was true.
“What’s wrong,” he whispered. “Your eyes changed. The way you were looking at me changed.”
“I’m in love with you,” I blurted out.
“Oh,” he said with surprise. “Okay. I love you too.”
“No, I’minlove with you. I don’t just love you. I’ve always loved you. I just never realized, you know. Like I explained everything yesterday. I only just realized what kind of love. But now I know. Luke, I’m inlovewith you.”
His eyes searched mine, his cheeks blooming pink. “Oh.”
I took his hand and put it to my chest, his palm against my sternum. “It’s beating crazy right now,” I breathed.
He stood up to his full height, slid his hand around my jaw, and kissed me. “I’m in love with you too. Always have been.”
