Page 128 of Love Marks
I love him.
A burst of laughter breaks through my tears and Wesley stares at me like he’s completely confused by my reaction.
“I’m sorry.” I sniffle. “I think I’m going crazy.”
He brings his hand up to my cheek, brushing the dried tear marks with his thumb. The movement sends a shudder of pleasure through me.
“I’m going crazy, too. At least, I have been without you. I know that you’re scared. I’m scared, too. I’m fucking terrified that I’m going to mess this up again, or that I’m not enough for you—”
“You are enough. Wes, you have to know. I’m the one—”
His expression darkens again as his grip on me tightens. “If you say one more negative thing about yourself, I will kill you.”
Another laugh bubbles out of me.
Wes brings his hand around the back of my neck, looking into my eyes. “Whatever that voice is saying, it’s wrong. You are everything I have ever wanted, Quinn. You are amazing in every single way.”
His words, his touch, everything about this moment fills me with this unbelievable warmth. I look around at the space and feel a sense of wonder rising within me. I turn back to Wes, and let myself truly take him in.
This man. This man who was willing to do anything to get me back. Who listened to my dreams and found a way to make them come true. Who makes me feel alive and deserving for the first time in my life.
I don’t wait another second. I wrap my hands in his hair and pull him closer to me, pressing my lips against him. I can sense his surprise, but it melts quickly as he realizes what I’m doing and kisses me back, his tongue exploring my mouth. He gasps against me, deepening our kiss, his hand cupping the back of my head with fervor.
He breaks away with a gasp, his eyes studying me, a question on his lips, but I just lean closer to him and stare deep into his bright blue eyes.
“I love you, Wesley.”
His whole body stiffens, and he pulls back further, staring down at me. He blinks. Once, twice.
“Say it again.”
I smile softly. “I love you.”
The smile that breaks out over his face is incredible. It’s breathtaking, the joy in his eyes and the curve of his lips. He pulls me into him again, enveloping me in another kiss, this one deeper than the last. I groan into his mouth, feeling him everywhere. It’s like I’m on fire.
He pulls back, his lips mere inches from mine. “I love you. I love you so much.”
His words fill me with a rich warmth that spreads all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes. His hand curls in my hair again, pulling my lips back down to his and enveloping me in another intense kiss.
I lose myself in the feel of him, the taste of him. Eventually, he pulls back and we’re both gasping for air in the empty room.
A wild laugh escapes me, joy coursing through me. My hand is fisted in his shirt like I’m gripping it for dear life. I shake my head and let go.
“I can’t believe you found this space. It’s perfect.”
“You like it?”
His finger twirls in my hair and I trace the back of his hand with my thumb. I never want to stop touching him.
“I love it.” I smile widely, “I love you.”
His mouth descends on mine again. “Let’s never fight again,” I murmur jokingly against his lips. He chuckles and the sound reverberates through his chest.
“Unlikely.” His smile fades slightly as his eyes flicker across my face. “We’re gonna fight, baby, but no more running. We don’t walk away from each other. Deal?”
“Deal.” I quirk an eyebrow at him, smirking. “As long as you promise to stop giving me things. I can’t handle any more generosity, I swear. I’ll pass out.”
Wes rolls his eyes and intertwines our hands, running his thumb along the back of my fingers. “Drama queen. Most women would be thanking me, not making me swear to stop.”