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“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”
He chuckles, something he hasn’t done in too many days. “Yes.”
“And my world changed in ways I never counted on.” I rub against him, allowing my hips to speak my desire as I kiss his lips. “I like you. A lot.”
He sits up, cupping my cheek. “You like me?” he asks, his teeth taking a nibble and giving my lip a pull.
“Mmm-hmm,” I admit, grinning as I watch the heat building in his gaze. “I say you’re a keeper.”
He laughs. “I’ll remind you of that next time you’re mad at me.”
I give his thumb a swirl with my tongue. “Don’t give me a reason to get mad and you won’t have to remind me,” I add, grazing the tip.
His dark eyes turn feral when I angle my head to give his palm a taste. “Don’t do anything crazy and I won’t give you a reason to be mad.”
“Now, babe, when have I ever done anything crazy?”
He looks at me.
“Today?”
His eyebrows raise.
“In the last thirty minutes?”
He unsnaps the top of my jeans. “You’ve been good these last ten minutes, I’ll give you that.”
“Good?” I stroke my body along his. “Oh, and here I thought you liked me naughty.”
I don’t feel my shirt come off. From one moment to the next, it’s lying beside me.
“You want something?” I ask when he unhooks my bra with a twist of his fingers.
“Maybe,” he says.
I jerk when his mouth attacks my nipple.
He bands his arm around my waist, holding me in place as he sucks harder. I gasp. Like my shirt, my jeans and my panties are simply gone, disappearing beneath hands that move fast and a strong body that moves faster.
His bare body writhes above mine when he flips me over, each caress and flick of his tongue, inciting me to feel more of him. I spread my legs, permitting him inside me and allowing him to take our pleasure to the next level.
His thrusts come hard and possessive. “I love you,” he murmurs, his voice tight when I beg him for more. “I want forever with you.”
Through grunts and deep tortured moans, we spend the remainder of the morning making love. It’s incredible. It always is. But this time something is different, more of a need to please, rather than simply the desire to.
I suppose we need to remind ourselves that at least for now, we’re safe, and in love, and that anything is possible.
We fall back in bed when we’re finally sated, having exhausted the multiple positions Gemini threw us in. I rest my head against his shoulder. It’s where I’m most comfortable, and where he likes me to sleep. But as my eyes drift closed, I realize how much changed with the talk we had.
He loves me, and now he’s ready to love another . . . a smaller more fragile version of us.
Chapter Sixteen
“The Fate wants to see you.”
The wolf in human form is huge, imposing, and, what thefuckare they feeding these guys? He takes up almost the entire doorway. That doesn’t stop him from bowing his head when Gemini walks up behind me.
“Fine,” Gemini tells him. “Tell him we’ll be there shortly.”