Page 25 of The Right Time

I straddle him and shove his broad shoulders, my hair dropping into his face. His loud chuckle echoes off the walls. His hands land on my rear, no hesitation, no pretense this time. He flips me, my shoulders knocking the pillows off the bed.

“I love you, Mesa girl,” he says and presses his lips to mine.

Breathless groans escape, and I’m not sure if they’re mine or his. It doesn’t matter, for we are one. “I love you, Lucas. I’ve always loved you. I always will love you.”

He pushes a tendril of hair from my face, his penetrating eyes stern and focused on me. “I’m here. I’m home. I’m yours.”

We share kisses in waves. Warm waves of love that take us out far into a world we’ve only dared to dream about. We have years to make up for, yet we don’t rush. Our kisses last more than seven minutes.

We lose track of time. It no longer has any meaning. Not when you hold the one you love.

My hands fist on the edge of his T-shirt and pull on it, lifting it up. His brow lifts with an are you sure look of respect and kindness.

I nod and push up, placing a kiss on his incredible abs. He tosses the shirt across the room and leans down to steal another kiss.

We both pause and cherish the moment. Everything is about to change for us, and we can’t wait. I give him one final kiss and nod, offering him the permission he seeks.

“It’s time.”

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