Chapter Seven #2
“If you knew the ending, would you trade the decade you spent with your partner? Erase all the memories of the lives you saved, people you helped, and the milestones you shared?” I wrap my arms around his midsection and drop my head to his chest. Tears flood my eyes, and I’m surprised I have any left in my system.
“I could get struck by lightning tomorrow morning or suffer a heart attack at ninety. Whatever my fate, I don’t want to lose a moment of my life regretting what could’ve been. Do you?”
He’s silent for a long moment as my words float between us. The morning sun is warm on our skin, but there is still a chill in my heart. A fear that my words won’t matter to him. That maybe his grief goes too deep for me to reach him.
But then, his arms come around me, pulling me tighter against him.
“Fuck,” he hisses under his breath, so much emotion in his voice that I feel the ice around my heart crack and fall away. “I couldn’t bear it if I lost you.”
“I’m here now. That’s all that matters.”
He pulls back, cupping my face and staring down at me. The emotion on his face is so clear and loud that I know the words are coming before I hear them. And still, when he utters them, my heart jumps in my chest.
“I love you, Rosalie,” he chokes out, brushing his lips over mine. “It’s careless and foolish of me, but goddamnit, I’ve fallen in love with you.”
“Me too.” I sniff as the tears finally fall. “You broke my heart when you left.”
“I’m sorry. I couldn’t...I didn’t...” He shakes his head, his hands dropping to my bottom and squeezing my ass cheeks, pulling me against him so I can feel the hard press of his erection.
“Let me make it up to you.” His lips slide over mine, sending the butterflies in my tummy fluttering wildly.
“Let me apologize properly, little bird.”
“Here?”
“Here,” he growls against my lips, snatching me off the ground and carrying me to the entrance of the house. I gasp into the kiss when my back hits the door, but his mouth is attacking mine before I can catch my breath. “Fuck, I need you so much.”
“Beau, we’re in the open.”
“One of the perks of living in the middle of nowhere,” he growls against my lips before kissing me again.
His mouth moves to my neck, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks as he kisses my throat, licking under my ear and sending goose bumps licking up my skin.
I stroke my hands over the hard muscles of his back even as I rock forward to ride his cock over our clothes, my sex aching from emptiness, pulsing wetly with need for him.
“Want you,” I whisper, dropping a hand between us and tugging restlessly at the waistband. “God, need you, Beau. Inside me. Now.”
“Fuck!” he growls, lowering me to my legs.
His hand slips into my skirt and tugs down my panties, yanking them down my thighs as my hands move to unfasten his jeans.
His hands slide beneath my thighs and he lifts me again, pinning me against the door.
His breath is harsh against mine as he positions himself, and a pleasured cry leaves my lips at the sudden fullness.
His eyes meet mine as he slams forward, burying his thickness inside of me. The eye contact is so intimate, even more than the last time we came together. But it’s freaking wrong to be doing this out here in the open. Still, I can’t bring myself to care. Right now, it’s just us in the world.
Just the two of us.
“I love you,” I whisper, sliding my fingers through his beard before moving in for a kiss.
“Take me, Daddy. Make me yours. I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and find out none of this is real and—oh God!
” I scream when he pulls out and drives hard into me, sending pleasure rolling through my core and spreading to the rest of me.
“Again!” I claw at his back, tearing at his shirt as I beg for more.
And he gives it to me.
One arm stays locked around me as he starts moving, each thrust stealing my breath. My eyes glaze over as he picks up the pace, tossing my head back when his lips move down my neck, nipping my jaw and licking the line of my throat.
It’s bliss.
I feel him against me, his chest rubbing against my aching nipples and his breath hot against my skin.
“You’re mine,” he growls possessively into my ear, slamming harder and faster into me. “Mine, little bird. Always.”
“Yours,” I sob, right on the edge of an orgasm, wrapping myself tighter around him as I move to meet his thrusts, my breathing growing choppy.
“Close,” I whimper, scratching at his back as my thighs begin to tremble and the pressure in my core climbs and climbs before exploding into a billion pieces.
I cry out as my sex squeezes around his thrusting shaft, crying out at the pleasure that rolls through my body, spreading warmth through my core and exploding at the tips of my toes.
The sensation seems to last forever, the pulsing growing instead of ebbing.
I cry out when he pulls me through another wave of pleasure, and this time, I bring him along with me.
“Fuuuck!” he roars, his muscles bunching against mine before releasing in violent shakes.
I whimper into his shoulder as he floods my womb with his warm seed, painting my walls and marking me as his.
“I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much,” he pants, continuing to drive into me until I’ve milked him to the last drop.
Then he collapses against me, dropping his head against mine, his breathing as labored as mine.
“Look at me, little bird.” I lift my gaze to his.
A slow smile tugs at his mouth. “That’s my girl.”
Warmth floods my cheeks, and his smile widens. “Yeah,” he murmurs, brushing a kiss to my forehead. “I like hearing you call me Daddy, little bird.”
It’s overwhelming, the emotion swirling through me, and for a moment, I don’t say a word.
Instead, I bask in his heat, the scent of our lovemaking mixing with that of blooming jasmine.
I turn my head and stare up at the blue sky, and for the first time in a long time, I allow myself to relax, truly relax.
“We can take it slow,” I whisper, running a soothing hand over his back. “Kristin and I will look for another place, and we can take it slow until you’re—”
“No, you’re not moving in with me.” His words are firm, final.
“Your friend can stay here until she recovers and gets back on her feet, but you’re not leaving my sight, Rosalie.
” He pushes back, taking my chin so our eyes are locked together.
“I’ll drive myself insane if you live anywhere else. Stay.”
I watch his face for a long moment, not entirely convinced that this isn’t some kind of dream. That maybe I lost my footing that night in the desert and hit my head or something.
It’s real. These feelings are real, and so is the man. “I’ll stay,” I whisper, brushing my lips over his jaw. “For as long as you want.”
“Forever. I want forever.”
“Then I’ll stay forever.”