Page 122 of Forecheck
I tilted my head up to look at him. “I’m so sorry,” I said once more.
“Stop apologizing,” he said. “I don’t need you to apologize. I need you to listen to me for a second. Are you ready to do that?”
I only nodded.
“There is nothing and no one in this world that could ever take me away from you. There is no offer I could get that could be more enticing than knowing I get to come home toyouevery day. My life began and ended that day you walked up to me at the bar. That moment is forever etched in my mind as the moment I met the love of my life. So how about I make you a deal.”
“I’m listening.” Hell, I was hanging on every word. This man…I’d told him once that he said the filthiest things to me, but also made me want to melt.
This was one of the melting moments.
I didn’t deserve his generosity and kindness—not right now. But I’d do everything in my power to make myself worthy of it, every day for the rest of our lives if he’d have me.
“Trust me, Berkley. Trust me with your heart, your body, your everything. I promise I will guard all of it with my life. And in return, I will trust you with mine.”
“Deal,” I said, choking on another sob as he pressed kisses to my cheeks, collecting my tears on his lips as they fell.
When I quieted again, he said, “You’re the attorney. Is there anything you want to add?”
“Future attorney,” I reminded him. “Technically not even a lawyer yet.”
“Semantics.”
I grinned, though I could feel the edges wobbling. “Well, there is one more thing,” I said.
“What’s that?”
“Kiss me.”
Brent’s shoulders sagged in relief. “Happily.”
I shifted on his lap to straddle him, and his mouth came over mine. Over and over, we came together and pulled apart, fingers clutching, hands roaming.
Breathless, I pulled away at last, letting my eyes rove across every detail of his perfect face—the face of the man who had become more precious to me than anything else, the man I loved beyond reason.
“I missed you,” I said with a disbelieving chuckle. Our fight had lasted less than a few hours start to finish, but it felt like forever.
“God, you have no idea.”
“Let’s never do that again, okay?”
“You’ve got yourself a deal, Daniels.”
I grinned at him, my heart expanding in my chest as the weight of the last two weeks fell away. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I love you, Brent Jean.”
“In all ways, Berkley Daniels.”
Yes Yes Yes
I woke with Berkley’smouth on my cock.
This time, I knew it wasn’t a dream. If there was anything I’d learned in the last nearly two years of being in love with Berkley Daniels, it was that my dreams could never conjure up anything that would beat my reality.
“What’re you doing, Blondie?” I asked, my voice still thick with sleep.
It was still dark beyond the windows, though not the pure blackness of the middle of the night. This time of year, it was hard to guess the exact time, but if I had to take one, I’d say dawn was only about an hour off.
I’d been waiting days for us to be awake for sunrise, and I wasn’t missing this one.
