The Way You Still Say My Name (Wild Mountain #1)

You like romance, and I want to give it to you.

Heart in his hands, he continued, holding her close.

“Sweetheart, don’t you understand? Being with you again, making love with you…

I want to give you that. Hell, I loved waking up in cold bathwater with you wet in my arms that one time or the other, when the pillows all but swallowed us up.

I want you to have a big fireplace and a thick rug with a big ole bed full of those pillows you like.

I want a claw-foot tub like that bed-and-breakfast we splurged on for our anniversary when we were in college.

” He gripped her tightly, trying to make her understand.

“I want you to have everything. Right now, I feel like I’m only giving you a mediocre version of us being back together when all I want to do is show you the best.”

There, he said it.

“Is that what you’re trying to do?” she whispered, cuddling closer and tracing his jaw as his heart pounded in his ears.

He nodded, his throat backing up at the worst time. “I may be a man of few words, but I know the ones that matter.”

And then he leaned in and kissed her, like his life depended on it, because it did.