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I scream his name as my body is wracked with the strongest orgasm of my life. It’s so powerful that my world goes dark for a second. My entire body is tingling, and then he reaches down and rubs my wet clit, triggering yet another orgasm. This is all too much.
He collapses on top of me, bracing himself on both arms. Pushing deep inside me, he comes, filling me with his seed.
Wanting to hold him there, I wrap my legs around him, holding him close.
Flint doesn’t move for a long time. It takes him a moment to catch his breath. During that time, I can feel his heart beating wildly, just like mine.
Just when his weight is starting to crush me a little, he lifts up to give me room. His hair has fallen forward, his eyes are warm, and most importantly of all, he’s happy. I can tell because his lips are turned up into an almost smile. Flint brushes a strand of hair out of my face with one hand and then trails the backs of his knuckles around the side of my face. This is a level of intimacy that I always craved with him, and now it’s all mine.
“Are you all right?”
“I’m better than all right. You’re looking at the girl who just had three orgasms, compliments of her secret crush.”
A brilliant smile lights up his face. “Glad to hear it. I’d have been fuckin’ wrecked if you’d been knee deep in pain and regret over being with me.”
“Not a chance of that. How about you, babe? Are you okay?”
Pulling out, he turns us so that he’s on his back and I’m snuggled up to his side with my cheek on his chest. “I’m guilt-ridden as fuck but have zero fucks to give about it at the moment.” He reaches over me to turn off the lamp on the desk, which is close enough to serve as a bedside table in this small room.
I smile to myself, glad that he doesn’t regret what happened between us. I listen to his heartbeat slowing under my ear as he soothes my hair. I almost don’t say anything. Now iseither the perfect time to speak up or the worst time imaginable. I decide to roll the dice and see what comes of it.
“Flint.”
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“I told you earlier that I loved you.”
His hand stops in my hair for a second. Then it starts again, slower.
“Sweetheart…”
I interrupt him, so he doesn’t feel like he has to say something he doesn’t mean to make me happy. “You don’t have to say it back, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. I just wanted you to know.”
“Jules. I’m not holding back because I don’t feel the same way. I am tryin’ to figure out how to say it so that it sounds like I really mean it, rather than just saying it back.”
I’m totally confused because I’ve never thought about things like that. If I love someone, I just tell them. Patting his chest, I say, “You don’t have to make a formal event out of it. You know that, right?”
He lifts my hand up off his chest, and he kisses my knuckles, one at a time. “I do love you. I’m in love with you, and I have been for longer than I’ve let on. After tonight, you’re mine, Jules. I am gonna love and protect you for the rest of my life. I dare anyone to try to take you away.”
I wrap my arms around him and press my face into his chest. I literally can’t find the words to respond to hisdeclaration. I feel like I should say thank you, but I think that he would consider that weird. Instead, I hold him as tight as I can.
Chapter 15
Jules
Flint wakes me up with a kiss, breakfast in bed, and a gift wrapped in brown paper.
I’m eager to spend some time with him before the men from their LA chapter get here with the vehicle I saw on the beltline.
He puts the breakfast tray down on the bed between us, and I make a grab for the orange juice. Taking a drink, I close my eyes and enjoy the cold liquid sliding down my parched throat.
“My God, that’s good.”
“I knew you’d like that. I got your favorite croissants as well, the kind with cream cheese inside.”
“If this is a thank you for all the great sex, I should be the one thanking you,” I tell him teasingly.
He grins, and I can’t get over how a full-on smile transforms his face from handsome to a stunning heartthrob. “It’s not a reward. More like me being worried that I wore you out so thoroughly last night that you might not be able to crawl out of bed and feed yourself.”
