Page 477 of One More Kiss

“I want to…” I start, unsure of how to answer him.

“Then do. Take a leap of faith, Vada. I’m not like those other douchebags you’ve dated. I won’t hurt you,” he pleads with such promise, and I want to believe his words with every fiber of my being.

Before I can respond, he pulls out of me and lies down on the bed next to me. I turn my body, so we’re facing each other, and he moves closer until our chests press together.

Cupping my cheeks, he stares directly into my eyes. “Vada, baby. I’m not proposing marriage here. I’m asking you to give us a second-chance at making this work. I gave you space because I knew you needed it till you finished your novel, but I’m only a man of so much patience. I can’t keep putting my heart on the line if you aren’t willing to meet me halfway.”

His confession hits me like a ton of bricks. This man is too good to be true, and I’d be a fool to run away from him again.

My eyes begin to water because his words are so strikingly beautiful. No man has ever fought for me and definitely not this hard. I want to savor everything.

“How would we make this work? I live in Chicago,” I remind him.

He gives me a look that says it’s not a good enough reason, and deep down in my heart I know it’s not. “Yes, and last I checked, you’re a writer, who can literally do her job anywhere.”

I swallow, realizing all the excuses I’m making.

“Vada, what is it? Tell me,” he asks, noticing my hesitation.

“If I moved here, to be with you, it’d put a lot of pressure on us to make it work. I already have a mile-long list of relationship and anxiety issues. I don’t know how it’d work with that kind of pressure on us.”

“There’d be no pressure, babe. I know writing is important to you, and I have my pottery, so I’d never put you in a position to choose one over the other.”

“Okay…” I finally respond with a nod, giving him the reassurance he needs.

Enthusiastically, he grabs my face, and our mouths collide together. I laugh against his lips at his eagerness, and he smiles in return.

“As long as Henry doesn’t try to eat Oliver.” I grin, weaving our legs together.

He presses a long kiss on my lips. “No promises.” Winking, he pulls me off the bed and starts leading us down the hall, and before I can question what he’s doing, he brings us to the bathroom.

“Showers just haven’t been the same without you.” The corner of his lips tilt as he runs the water.

“You know? I’ve been thinking the exact same thing.” I grin, letting him lead me inside.

“Good, because I plan to make up for lost time.” He pins me to the wall as the water cascades down on us. His fingers find their way to my pussy while I stroke his shaft. He wastes no time hooking my leg around his waist as he slides back inside me. “I don’t know how I ever lived without this—without you—and now that I have it back, I’m not letting you go.”

I love his possessive side, even when he’s being overly sweet about it.

He fucks me into oblivion, my breaths coming out in heavy pants. I dig my nails into his arms, holding onto him for support as he rips me in two.

Every part of me tightens as another wave of pleasure surrounds me.

“God, I’m so fucking close,” he mutters against my neck as my hand tangles in his hair. “But I want to be inside you all the damn time, every single minute possible. How’s it I can’t get enough of you?”

“I thought a lot about this over the past year,” I admit.

“Oh yeah?” I feel him smile against me. “Did you think of me when you touched yourself? Did you get off on those thoughts?”

“Well, you read the book,” I tease.

“Ah, yes. Chapters two, three, six, and fourteen,” he responds without missing a single beat.

I chuckle, amused he really did memorize the damn book.

“Chapter six was my favorite, I think. The way you screamed so hard during your orgasm, you ended up taking a lamp out.”

“Oh my God.” I blush, laughing at him. “To be fair, the lamp wasn’t supposed to be there.”

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