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More than I could ever put into words.

But that doesn’t mean I won’t work each day to prove that to her.

CHAPTER 48

Louisa

Once our lips meet, every ounce of tension is gone.

I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off me, and I’m so thankful for Ciaran’s understanding.

I love him. Deeply.

It’s been fast, instalove at its prime, and I don’t care. I love it. Oh, how I love him.

I stroke my fingers along his jaw as we part, both of us panting. He moves his nose with mine, our eyes locked in the same heated embrace our lips were just in. When he licks his lips, he licks mine too, and I can’t help my grin as heat floods my belly. He brushes a piece of hair behind my ear and whispers, “Did I tell you how much it means to me that you came here, that you’re with me right now?”

Damn it, he gives me all the feels. I was just so vulnerable with him, and I was scared it wasn’t enough. Still, he looks at me like I’m the greatest thing in his life. “I’m not your ex or your dad or anyone else who has hurt you. I want to be here for you. I want to cheer you on. I want to love you—more than anyone ever has.”

His eyes drift shut at my words as we share a long breath. His body is like a haven for me, protecting me from my fears and comforting me without intentionally doing so. It’s natural for him. When his alarm goes off, we both look at his phone as it chimes. A curse leaves his lips. “I gotta go.”

“Boo,” I pout, and he kisses me loudly on the lips.

He lifts me with ease, sitting me back in my seat before pointing to my plate. “Eat, you.”

I beam up at him. “Maybe you should eat me?”

His eyes darken as those thick lips curve in the slyest of grins. “Lou, don’t make me choose between savoring that sweet pussy and going to practice.”

I snicker as he walks away from me, even though I know he doesn’t want to. “And if you had to choose?”

He exhales hard, grabbing his keys from the bathroom by the door. “I’d choose you, because there is nothing I love more than having you shatter against my tongue.”

I make a show of fanning myself, and he chuckles low in his chest. “Lord, I might have to take care of myself since you’re going to make me wait.”

Heat burns deep in his eyes, and I watch the gears turning in his head. He looks at his phone again, then to me, before looking back at his phone. He starts counting on his fingers, and I can’t help but giggle. “You’re so silly!” I laugh, and he shoots me a devastating grin. When he throws down his phone and his keys, I laugh louder, shaking my head. “You’re serious?”

He scoffs as he takes me by my hips and tosses me onto the bed. He grabs hold of my panties, pulling them off with ease before covering my body with his. He traps my head between his palms on the bed before pressing his forehead to mine. “I have twelve minutes. I can get you off at least four times.”

I groan when he presses his hard cock against my already dripping center. “Four times? That’s mighty confident of you.”

“Do you doubt me?”

I fight back my grin, his eyes making me burn everywhere. “Yes.”

A deep growl leaves his lips as he nips at my bottom lip. “Devilish woman.”

“Your devilish woman,” I correct him as he kisses down my neck, pushing up my shirt to take a nipple in his mouth. I cry out, wrapping my legs around his waist to hold him to me.

“Only mine,” he says against my heated skin.

And when he touches my center with that mouth of his, I come undone with only two strokes of his hot tongue against my sensitive nub. He presses his tongue into me as I shatter beneath him, and then he slowly slides a finger inside me, curling it up and blowing my motherfucking mind. I scream his name, and he chuckles against my pussy, his tongue and breath molten against my body. When he swirls his tongue around my clit again, I jerk against him, trying to move his head.

“Finish in me.”

He scoffs. “Lou, my love, this isn’t about me. It’s all about you and this pussy that belongs in my mouth.”

What can I even say to that? There is no stopping him. No, he plays my pussy like he’s the stick and it’s the puck. He knows how to work me, how to make me scream, and how to get me to explode just for him. By orgasm four, I’m a wet mess, and when he wipes his mouth, grinning down at me, I’m breathless.