Page 59 of Wanting Mr Black
He pulls back as we lock eyes before plunging forward deliciously deep, making me yelp and my body arch with tension. I close my eyes, flinging my arms out around him as pleasure courses through my body, and he explodes inside me.
I want this feeling to last forever.
He drops his head to my chest and glides a hand along my arm, interlinking his fingers with mine.
“I love you,” he whispers.
I’ll never tire of hearing him tell me that.
“I love you too.”
He tilts his face upwards. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I just don’t want anything to jeopardise this.”
“As long as we’re honest and open with one another, then nothing can come between us.”
He pushes himself onto his forearms and kisses me on the forehead. “I swear on my life, there’s nothing else. You know all there is to me. You’ve got all of me.”
And I still love him.
“No more running. No more lies. I promise.”
I tangle my fingers through his hair. “I promise too.”
“Have you ever wondered what your purpose in life is?”
I smile. “That’s an awfully serious question.”
“I have, ever since I was at college. I thought it was to be successful. To have businesses and loads of money, to live in the nicest apartment in the best postcode, to have an expensive car and wear designer clothes. But it’s not because I had all those things, and then I met you.” He strokes a fingertip across my jaw. “And I realised you’re it. You’re my purpose. To love, cherish, protect, worship, and desire you. That’s my purpose. That’s why you complete me. That’s why I’m so scared of losing you.”
I press a kiss to his forehead. “You won’t ever lose me. I’ll be here. Every day when you wake up.”
“I’ll be here too, brown eyes. I’m yours, and you’re mine. And I’m not going anywhere.” He lowers himself down and rests his head on my stomach. “I love you.”
I close my eyes and stroke his hair, beaming from the inside out.
He does love me. And this time, I haven’t dreamt it.
Thirty
Soft lips brushing against mine wake me from my slumber the next morning. I open my eyes to see him gazing down at me.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Art says the three words that come a close second to him telling me he loves me.
The late morning sun is shining through the open balcony door, and a warm breeze is carrying through from the sea. The calming sound of waves crashing against the shore can be heard in the distance, and here I am with a sex god draped over my body. I think I’m in heaven.
“Morning.” I give a contented sigh, stroke my fingers across the scruff of his jawline, and look up into his eyes.
“We need to get up. Lucy needs to fetch some clothes, and she’s bringing over my bag from Big Steve’s room.” He nuzzles his nose into my neck, giving me the distinct impression that he feels just as enthusiastic about moving as I do.
Lucy. I can’t help feeling a tiny bit bad, as if I’ve abandoned her, despite her texting me last night to say she and Big Steve were having a great time. I worry things are moving too quickly.
“I hope she’s okay.”
He laughs softly, clearly not sharing my concerns. “I’m sure she and Big Steve had a very good time last night.” He levels his face with mine. “Not as good as us, obviously.” He smiles and kisses me.
We haven’t left the room – or the bed – since yesterday.
“He really likes her?”