Page 106 of Whispers of You
Pressing a palm to his chest, over his heart, I let down the last of my walls. “I love you. I never stopped loving you. Not for a single breath.”
Holt stilled beneath me. Not breathing. I swore his heartbeat even halted.
He rolled me to my back in a flash, hovering over me. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
“The next part,” he growled, his words sending vibrations across my face.
“I never stopped loving you.”
Emotion filled Holt’s eyes, the dark blue turning to a color I couldn’t identify. A single tear slipped free and landed on my cheek. “Never thought I’d hear those words again.”
I reached up, ghosting a hand over his face. I relished the feel of his stubble prickling my palm. His jaw beneath my fingers. Reveled in the knowledge that this man was mine and I was his. “Nothing could keep me from loving you.”
Not hurt or logic or an entire world separating us. We were meant to be. We would always find a way back to each other.
Holt dipped his head, his lips a breath from mine. “Are you with me?”
“I’m always with you.”
My hands came around his shoulders, skimming over smooth skin until I reached the worn flannel pajama bottoms he wore. My fingers hooked in the band.
“Wren, you have to be hurting.”
“The only thing that will hurt me is if I can’t be with you right now.”
It was the truth. I needed him more than oxygen. Had to cement this forever with flesh and bone.
Holt pressed his forehead against mine. “Promise me you’ll tell me if it’s too much.”
“I promise.” But I knew it wouldn’t be. Because it was Holt and me.
His hand slipped over my hip, his eyes flaring. “No panties?”
I grinned up at him. “Seemed like a waste.”
He chuckled.
I lifted a hand to his throat. “Do it again.”
Emotion filled Holt’s gaze, but he did as I asked. I closed my eyes and let the sound wash over me. I’d never take a single chuckle for granted.
“Wren.”
My eyes fluttered open. There was such reverence there. So much it almost hurt to take it in.
My legs encircled Holt’s waist, a silent request for my deepest need. His tip bumped my entrance, and then he was sliding inside. My lips parted with the barest sound, one Holt swallowed with his mouth.
The kiss was long and slow and deep. Holt poured everything into it that there weren’t words for. A language that was only ours.
He began to move in slow, lazy thrusts, ones that took their time and let me feeleverything.
My fingers dug into Holt’s back as my hips rose to meet his. There wasn’t desperation this time because I knew Holt was mine. That he was staying. That this was our second chance at a life we would always cherish.
His hips angled him deeper, and I let out a gasp. Warmth spread through me, the kind that had escaped me all night. And I held on as Holt picked up speed.
Rolling waves quaked through me as each thrust landed. Holt sucked in air. “Love you, Wren. Every moment of every day.”
