Page 33 of Dump Tackle My Heart
Fuck, I’m about ninety-nine percent sure I’m in love with her.
And right now, I plan to woo her with everything I have—starting and not ending with this.
My hand slides up to cradle her face, thumb brushing her parted lips as I drive just a little deeper, a little harder.
She moans, back arching, nails scraping across my shoulders.
“Hudson!” she cries, her voice breaking, walls fluttering tight around me.
“That’s it, Sweetheart,” I rasp, forehead pressing to hers, sweat mingling between us. “Let go. Let go, and I’ll catch you.”
It’s a powerful sentiment. And I don’t make it lightly.
I want to be the one to catch her always. She just has to trust me. To trust us.
Her eyes lock with mine, wide and shining, and I can feel her teetering on that edge.
Every muscle in my body tightens as I hold myself back, waiting for her to shatter.
Because this isn’t just about me.
It’s about her.
About us.
And when she finally breaks—when she clenches around me so hard I groan and spill into her—I know the truth down to my bones.
I’m not just making love to Dani.
I’m vowing something.
Something I intend to keep.
Dani’s breath is warm against my chest, soft and steady.
Her fingers twitch a little where they’re curled near my ribs, and I shift just enough to press a kiss to the crown of her head.
God, she’s everything.
Strong and stubborn and sensual as hell, with a mouth that drives me crazy and a heart she guards too well.
Right now, she’s naked in my arms, limbs tangled with mine, our bodies still slick with sweat and sex.
And all I can think isdon’t move.
Don’t fuck up, Tank.
Don’t you dare do anything to break this spell.
Outside, snow flurries drift past the cabin windows, catching in the glow of the firelight like glitter.
The world is quiet. Still. Peaceful.
Perfect.
She shifts just slightly, her voice a whisper against my skin.
“No promises,” she says.
