Page 604 of One More Kiss

Chapter8

Kristee

Asher was so gentle, so caring. That was the single most intensely erotic and loving experience of my entire life.

He made love to me, and it meant something to both of us. I have never experienced anything like that before. The orgasm he gave me on the piano top was mind blowing, but it was nothing compared to the one I just had here in his bed.

The earth shook. The stars exploded. I felt things I didn’t even know were possible.

That’s what sex is supposed to be like.

No, not sex. Making love.

Because as absolutely insane as it sounds, I’m pretty sure that the things I feel for Asher are love.

Is that even possible?

Can you love a person so quickly?

It doesn’t seem sudden though. It feels as though we’ve known each other forever.

It feels right. And not in a crazed, manic way.

In a real way…

This is real.

Asher’s breath disturbs the damp hair at my temple as he says, “What’s going through that head, Kristee? You still here with me?” My head is beside his on his pillow.

I’m still here.

Turning, I face him, smiling slightly. “I’m right here. And the things going through my head… I’m not certain you want to know what they are.”

He smiles back, the corners of his light eyes crinkling. “Try me.”

Do I confess?

Shaking my head, I mutter, “Not just yet, okay?”

His brow raises as he stares at me. He nods as he props himself up on his elbow, while looking down at me. “Okay, when you’re ready. But I want to say something.”

What?

Before I can ask, he continues, “With anyone else, I would never say this, Kristee. In fact, I have never said this to another person. But listen up because I’m saying it to you, right now… I think I love you. I feel things with you that I never expected to feel for anyone. I never thought I’d actually get to experience this. But I am. I do. And I want to keep feeling it and experiencing it.. with you. I love you.”

Did he just say that? I heard it.

I mean, I heard him say it, but does he mean it? Can he mean it? Can this possibly be real?

Or are we both experiencing a delusion right now.

Blinking, I stare at him. He’s still there. Looking at me. I don’t respond though as I try to process. He smiles. “Okay… so about that tattoo? Do you still want it? If so, I can make a call.”

He just told me he loved me and now he’s asking me if I still want a tattoo?

What?

This is so crazy; it has to be real.

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