Page 126 of Break my Heart
Tears well in my eyes as I pull him closer. “You have no idea.” I’ve missed him so much, and now that he’s here, everything feels right again. Like I can breathe again.
He’s changed so much since college. He’s more muscular, his body harder and thicker, and I love it. I can’t stop my hands from roaming over the firm planes of his chest and arms, feeling the strength that lies tightly harnessed beneath his skin. As soon as I wrap my legs around his waist, he palms my ass cheeks.
“I’ve missed you,” I whisper, kissing him again, this time slower, savoring the taste of him.
He chuckles against my lips, carrying me toward the bedroom without breaking our connection. “I’ve missed you too, babe. I couldn’t go another day without seeing you. Holding you. Kissing you.”
Once we’re in the bedroom, he lowers me onto the mattress, his body hovering over mine. The warmth of his presence seeps into me and chases away the exhaustion of the day.
Now that he’s here, everything else fades to the background.
Nothing else matters but this man.
He’s become my everything.
The reason I draw air into my lungs.
And I can’t imagine that ever changing.
He presses a kiss against my lips before pulling away and staring deep into my eyes. “You know how much I love you, right?”
I nod. He shows and tells me every single day.
Not once have I ever doubted it.
Even when I watch his games on TV, and I see all the women sporting his jersey and cheering for him. One even held up a sign that said she blew him in college.
I really hope she enjoyed it because that’s not something that will ever happen again.
I’m the only one who gets to blow my husband now.
Oh, did I forget to mention that we’re married?
We tied the knot three months ago.
It was during a weekend trip to Vegas to watch him play. A bunch of his college teammates flew out to the game. Afterward, we went out to celebrate and had a few too many drinks. One thing led to another, and an Elvis impersonator presided over the nuptials.
We haven’t told anyone else.
For the time being, it’s our little secret.
The only time I wear the wedding band he bought for me is when I’m alone in the apartment. I can’t wait until next July when we have a formal ceremony, and I can wear his ring all the time.
In his eyes I see every drop of love he feels for me.
It’s always shining brightly from his green depths.
“I do. And I love you just as much. Thank you for planning this. You have no idea how much I needed to see your face in person.” My fingers trail over the light stubble on his cheek.
“I know, babe. It won’t always be like this. Hopefully, if the trade happens, we’ll be living in the same city.”
I squeeze my eyes closed and pray with every fiber of my being that his agent can work a little magic. Hayes Van Doren is a hot commodity in the league. We won’t know for another month or so if they were able to hammer out the finer details of the contract, though.
His gaze trails down my body. “I think you might be wearing a bit too much clothing.”
Before I can say a word, he grips the hem of my shirt and drags it up my torso before dropping it to the floor beside the bed. His attention stays fastened to my chest as he palms the soft flesh.
“I love when you don’t wear a bra. Easy access.”