Page 13 of Bean Flicker
“Love scenes,” he corrects, his voice a soft whisper as he presses a kiss onto my forehead.
“What makes them love scenes?” I ask, a goofy smile spreading across my lips as I play with the light smattering of hair across his strong, workingman’s chest.
"The fact that I love you," he murmurs, his arm tightening around me.
My heart flips at his words, and I’m quick to look up at him to see how serious he is. “You mean that?”
“Every word,” he says, nothing but honesty and vulnerability in his expression as he pushes my messy hair back from my face.
"I love you too," I whisper, leaning into his touch as his fingers brush my cheek. He releases a deep, contented breath as I press a kiss against his palm.
“Has anyone ever told you how fucking sexy and perfect you are?”
“Not really. But I definitely like hearing those words from you. You’re kinda sexy and perfect—not to mention hot—too.”
He grins and pulls me closer, brushing his lips against mine before taking my mouth in a slow, languid kiss that ends with me on my back and him leaning over me, making me feel so safe, secure and wanted in the comfort of his embrace. His fingers trail lazily down my naked side.
"I want to make love to you all night long, flick," he murmurs, lifting himself on one elbow to look at me. His bright blue eyes so filled with warmth, love, and desire, that I get an instant thrill of anticipation. I don’t think I ever want to live in a world where his handsaren’ton my body. Being in bed with and loved by this man is just too good a combination.
“I’m not planning on leaving this bed, farm boy. So, since you seem to be taking up at least half of the real estate here, pleasuring me is the least you can do.”
“Already making me earn my keep?”
“You better believe it. Life in the middle of nowhere is kind of hard. No free loaders.”
“Hard, you say?” He laughs, gently wrapping his arm around my waist as he pulls me flush against his body. “I think I have a little something that’ll show you just howhardthings can get.”
“Little?” I gasp teasingly. “Oh, dear sir, you really have lived a sheltered life, haven’t you? There is nothing little about you.”
His response is an amused growl as he covers us with the blanket and we get lost in each other all over again. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this wanted, or this worshipped. I’ve never felt so completely, utterly loved. I left the city to tend to the wounds of my broken heart. But instead, I found the cure. Josh was patient and kind with me while I took the time I needed to realize howmuch I needed him. And now that we’re finally together, it feels like nothing could ever tear us apart.
JOSHUA
“Ineed to tell you something,” Regina whispers, her body resting on top of mine, brown hair splayed across my chest as we lie together in the darkness, bone tired, but still too wired on each other to sleep.
“You can tell me anything,” I return, my fingers brushing over the soft skin of her back, up and down in a slow caress as her soft breaths whisper across my skin.
She swallows and takes a sharp inhale before she speaks. “I was engaged.”
I still.
“He left me standing at the altar.”
“What?” My head feels like it’s spinning. The idea of her promising herself to another man hits me in a way I don’t care to explore but learning that same man did something so soul-crushing to her has me wanting to tear off limbs. No one hurts what’s mine.
“That’s why I moved here,” she says, lifting her head so she can look at me. “I couldn’t handle all the pity from everyone back home. It was like I couldn’t heal, because everywhere I went, someone we knew would be asking how I was and why it happened. It was humiliating.”
“Whydidit happen? Did he explain it to you?”
Tears spring to her eyes as she rolls her lips together and shakes her head. “He said he just wasn’t feeling it anymore.” I baulk. “I know, lame excuse, right? I think I would have preferred it if there was someone else, or if maybe he was secretly gay and only figured it out leading up to the wedding. But no, he simply decided that being married to me wasn’t for him. So instead of calling things off, he showed up and embarrassed me in front of everyone.”
“I’m sorry that happened to you, flick,” I murmur, brushing the back of my hand against her cheek where a tear has fallen. I hate that she even wanted to marry some guy who isn’t me. But I hate that she was humiliated even more. No one deserves that.
“I’m not,” she says, sniffling slightly before her expression shifts into a bright smile. “I mean, I could have done with him calling the wedding off earlier. But I’m not sorry it’s over. Without that heartache, I never would have moved here and found you.”
“Technically, I’m the one who found you.”
She laughs. “Well, your sheep did.”
