Page 98 of Falling Madly
He kissed my curls, then brushed them off my face to trail his lips down my cheek. When they found my mouth, I held my breath. Every single time had felt amazing with him, but the layers of emotion bursting from my heart made the moment a hundred times more powerful. There was nothing standing between us anymore, neither of us holding back or questioning the magic. We were submitting to it.
I parted my lips, drawing him in, hungry and desperate. I didn’t even notice when we moved from vertical to horizontal, but at some point, I felt the pressure at the back of my head. I was lying on the couch, still kissing him. Every part of me was on fire. The good kind. The scary kind. One that cleansed without destroying.
“I love your smell,” he murmured into my neck, inhaling deeply. “It’s like a drug.”
“Good,” I whispered back. “Because I want to drug you and keep you.”
“That’s my line!” He laughed.
“No. I get to be obsessed withyounow. You’ve put a spell on me and now I can’t live without you.” It was the cringiest thinganyone could have possibly said, and I’d said it with a straight face, grasping at his T-shirt.
“So, you’re okay with me being a little obsessed with you? Because I’ve been holding back.”
“Don’t!” I tugged at his slacks until his hips were squarely against mine. “I want it all.”
He grinned, gazing at me from under heavy eyelids. Dark eyes, unfocused and hungry. “Are you sure?”
He dived into my neck and kissed me hard, adding enough suction to probably leave a mark. I didn’t care. I moaned.
Why had I ever settled for less than devotion? For being loved in that drunkenly obsessed way that left no room for doubt? No need for theatrics or performance. Only a desperate need to join with another person and bask in their presence. Now that I knew my heart could match his, I didn’t need him to rein it in. I wanted everything.
“What have you always wanted to do with me? What have you fantasized about?” I asked.
I reached for his slacks, stretched taut by his erection, and stroked him through the fabric. I don’t know what I’d expected, but the tears in his eyes took me by surprise.
“This,” he choked out. “This is my fantasy.”
“Having sex on a couch?”
He let out a wobbly laugh, then got off me and scooped me up so that we were standing. “This,” he said again. “Being able to love you with all my heart.”
“Let’s do it,” I said, catching his tear with my thumb. “Let’s love excessively. Let’s be over-the-top and cringe. It’s taken me so long to get here, and I feel like I’ve missed out on too much.”
“So, I can give you a house and you won’t freak out?”
“Umm…”
“Because I put yer name on the deeds months ago. It’s yours if you sign the papers.”
My heart just about stopped, and I stared at him. “What?”
“It was always yours, Dragonfly.” He glanced at the art print on the wall.
I took a deep breath and smiled, trying very hard not to freak out. Trevor scratched his beard. “I thought maybe it wasnae the right time to tell ye, so I kept it quiet. Let’s talk about it later, aye?” He leaned in and whispered into my ear. “How about I give ye something else first? Something that comes with less paperwork… like an orgasm?”
My exhale turned into a shaky laugh. “Sounds good.”
He placed his giant hand on my lower back, leading me towards the bedroom, and no part of me resisted.
“Do you have a kilt?” I asked. “Because the other two elements from my sex dream are… also available.”
He froze in the bedroom doorway, casting me a look that spoke volumes. “Seriously? Here, in this house? Because I want to change my answer to your earlier question. My fantasy is to re-enact your dream. But I thought it was set on an alien planet.”
I chuckled. “I told you it wasn’tthatstrange, right?”
“Ye said, and I quote, ‘It would never happen in real life.’”
“Well, how could I know you had a giant printer in your house? My dream featured the office one, and it seemed a bit far-fetched to sit on it naked while you fucked me in a kilt.”
