Page 143 of Unspoken Hearts
Chest thrumming steadily, my gaze locks onto his, feeling the mixture of our warm breath together. His lips are an inch away, and I’m itching to taste them again.
Without hesitation, I lean into him, kissing him softly.
My eyes shut as I press myself against him, his calloused hands finding the back on my neck as mine grip the bottom of his shirt. He tastes sweet like something sugary. Soft and warm.
Letting out a guttural groan, my mouth vibrates in response. Smiling against him, I can’t stop the heat growing inside of me, engulfing my limbs one at a time as I breathe him in.
His lips detach from mine, trailing down my throat to my prominent collarbone. A noise escapes my throat, and I feel him smiling againstmy skin, stopping at the base of my neck before looking at me with half-lidded eyes.
I don’t want him to stop. I want to feel his hands all over me. For him to kiss every inch of my skin.
Reid’s gaze settles on me. It’s colourful and deep, longing like my own. “Just so you know, if you’d have said no, I would have gotten on my knees to beg.”
My smile widens, chest tightening at the challenge in his eyes. “I’ll get you on them one day, cowboy.”
He chuckles.
“I know you will,” he whispers in my ear, dragging his lips across my neck, making me melt like a marshmallow. Gripping onto him as my legs become unsteady, Reid stops, holding me in place. I wince at the disconnect.
“Hold your horses. I have something else I want to show you.”
Taking my hand in his, Reid leads me upstairs to the main bedroom, which is painted a soft blue shade. There’s a large bed in the middle, with two small tables and a white painted chest of drawers. The doona cover is neatly made of cream and blue linens, matching the curtains hanging over the open window.
I smile softly and murmur, “I like the blue.” I reach out and drag my fingertips across the soft bed cover.
It’s my favourite colour.
“I know. I tried picking out everything you like,” he admits, still holding onto me.
I sniff at that, spinning to smile up at his tender face. “It’s your place, shouldn’t it have your favourite things?”
Reid steps closer, leaning in as his hands rest on my waist. “Your favourite things are my favourite things.” I feel the blood in my veins thumping louder as the room grows silent, apart from our breathing. “And I want you to live here with me, Mae.”
My lips part as I stare up at him, unblinking for a long beat. “You want me to stay here with you?”
He nods, our noses barely touching. “Of course I do. I made this for us.”
My breath hitches. I see it now. The colours. The empty shelves. My favourite place hanging on the walls. The way he asked me for my input on the little things.
Moisture prickles at my eyes as I reach up onto my toes, kissing him so tenderly. I’m craving him, all of him. His touch, his words, the way he holds me. All of it. I want it all.
Our mouths move together, and I softly groan as his fingers lift the bottom of my jumper, digging into my skin. I hold onto his jaw, not wanting to let go of him now that I finally have him after all this time. His tongue swipes against mine as Reid steps closer, his body heating up my skin.
I kiss him for what feels like hours, my body starving for this man. He’s the one I have waited for, and now that he’s mine…
Reid pulls back, his face still centimetres from mine as our hot breaths mingle from our proximity. “You didn’t answer me.”
“Do you really think I’d say no?” I tease.
His crystal eyes shimmer, half-lidded with passion as he chuckles throatily. “I want to hear you say it, cowgirl.”
My lips brush against his gently, teasingly, before I nod. “I don’t want to live anywhere else, cowboy.”
He grins, filling a piece of my heart that had cracked a long time ago. Reid goes back to kissing me in the privacy ofournew home.
Chapter forty-two
Macie
