Page 81 of Forbidden Dreams
"I can see your brain working from here. Relax. We don't have to figure out everything tonight."
Was she saying that we could be together? That there was a world where her brothers accepted our relationship?
"We just have to be there for each other and enjoy this."
"I can get on board with that." I wanted to live in this moment. She loved me. The guy who was rejected by his father over and over again. And in a lot of ways my mother chose my father over me. She preferred to love my father and ignore the damaging effect he had on her kids.
I'd always believed I wasn't worthy of love, and now I had it. The question was, what was I going to do about it?
Chapter 21
Aspen
He loved me.
That was not something I was expecting him to declare tonight or ever. I figured he'd never admit it to himself. Was it possible his ex-girlfriends were wrong for him? Now that he'd met the right person, he was able to express himself.
But I had a feeling those kind of insecurity issues didn't just disappear because you fell in love. He might still freak out about what his feelings meant and worry that he'd turn out like his dad.
He would doubt himself, and he might even push me away. I should be prepared for that. But right now, I wanted to bask in his love.
As soon as I'd said the words, he'd kissed me, touching me all over as if he was afraid I'd disappear at any second. He was kissing me down my body and finally settling between my legs. I couldn't get enough of him. My body was aching for more.
I wanted his mouth and fingers on me. I wanted to ride the wave of his love forever. I never wanted to go to sleep. Because in the morning, he might change his mind.
He did that thing with his tongue on my clit, and I cried out, the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I was vaguely aware that he moved up my body, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before his cock was inside me, filling me.
He braced his hands on either side of my head, dropping his head to whisper in my ear, "I love you."
"I love you too," I said, my heart cracking open even wider. I was all in, and that meant that I could get hurt. But at the same time, I was excited for what this could be. Who knew the broody boy who'd been in my life since we were kids was the man I was supposed to fall in love with? I didn't necessarily believe in fate, but this felt like something out of my control.
This time when he moved, it was different. We were in love with each other. That meant there wasn't necessarily a time limit to our relationship. There was hope that maybe this relationship could work. His movements were slow, as if he was drawing it out, wanting to feel everything.
The orgasm built slowly. He was driving me higher with each drag of his dick. I bit my lip against the sensation, wanting to hold out.
"I need you to go first. I can't hold back." He pressed his finger to my clit, and I cried out his name, reveling in his ability to give me pleasure.
He lowered his body against mine, moving faster now, chasing his release. And when he went over, he rested his full body weight on top of me. When he finally rolled off to the side, I was sleepy.
He must have slipped from the bed, because he returned with a wet washcloth to clean me. How could anyone say that he didn't feel things, that he wasn't a great guy? Maybe he was only like this with me, and that made my heart soften even more for him.
He was fully capable of love.
He gathered me to him, his breath moving my hair. "I love you."
I snuggled against him. "I love you too."
I didn't know what would happen tomorrow, but for the first time, I had hope that there was a future for us together.
The next morning, I awoke to the smell of bacon. I didn't have anywhere to go. I could enjoy a leisurely morning in bed, but I didn't want to miss whatever breakfast he'd planned. So I got up, pulled on one of his shirts, and padded downstairs.
He was facing away from me, wearing sweats. I crossed the room and wrapped my arms around his waist. His skin was warm to the touch.
He touched my hands. "Did I wake you?"
I smiled against his back. "It was the smell of bacon."
He moved me so that I was cradled in front of him. "I couldn't sleep."
