Page 113 of The Lucky Heart (Jamison Valley 3)
When my eyes came back to Felicity, she was studying my face. “What are you thinking?”
Easy answer. “That I love you.”
This time she bit her lip so her chin wouldn’t quiver. It didn’t work. Those blue eyes filled and her breath hitched. Her chest heaved before she said, “I love you too.”
I was just about to kiss her when she lost hold and tears poured down her face. She fell into my chest and cried against my neck as my arms hugged her tightly.
Shit. I had pictured this going much differently.
“Don’t cry.” I stroked her hair. “I know it’s hard to hear. I know you’ve only ever loved Wes and he’ll always be the love of your life, but can you make some room for me too? Please? We could be happy. Please? Please give me a chance to make you happy.”
I was begging. I didn’t beg. Ever. But the more she cried, the more desperate I became. The pleas kept popping into my nervous mind and flowing out of my mouth without pause.
Felicity’s chest started shaking even harder and I was starting to panic, but then I realized she wasn’t crying anymore. She was laughing.
Full-out belly laughing.
She leaned back and tipped her head to the ceiling, filling the entire room while I sat dumbfounded and openmouthed. Dragging in a couple of deep breaths, she managed to pull it together, and though her laughter stopped, the beautiful, beaming smile on her face remained.
This was better. I could work with the smile. The tears had almost wrecked me.
Her hands came back to my face and she pulled me forward for a hard, short kiss. “You’re an idiot.”
What?
“Do you actually think Wes was the love of my life?”
“Well . . . yeah.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. “I have been in love with one man for what feels like my entire life.” Her forehead pressed against mine as her lips whispered, “You.”
I sucked in a short breath when my heart skipped.
“After our first night together, I knew I didn’t love Wes. Not really. I couldn’t love him because I loved you. Even when you were just my friend. Even when I lived in Seattle. Even when you were across the world, fighting for our country. You always had this.” She took my hand and pressed it against her heart.
My fingers warmed against the thin cotton of her shirt.
“And I was crying, because I’ve been waiting a really, really long time to hear you say you loved me too.”
My nose was burning and my throat closed. Fuck. Before my eyes could water, I took Felicity’s mouth. With one hand still pressed between us, I used the other to slide her hips closer. She ground down on my cock and I groaned into her mouth. My dick strained against my zipper to be free.
Just like our first night all those years ago, I carried her to my mattress and laid her down gently, peeling off her clothes, then mine. I stroked my cock and lined it up with her slick entrance, savoring her sweet moan when I slid inside. When her arms wrapped around my back, I pressed my chest to hers.
Heart to heart.
I made love to my Lis slowly, deliberately, using every stroke to remind her that my soul was hers. She owned me completely. When she came, crying out my name, I fought to restrain my own orgasm but her tight, wet heat clenched around me like a fist. I poured into her as white stars consumed my vision and her sweet voice whispered, “I love you, Silas.”
I didn’t know what her top five times were, but this one had just skyrocketed to my number one.
Collapsing on top of her, I let myself take three full breaths before pulling myself free and rolling to the side.
Felicity curled into my side and kissed my nipple. More of that, and I’d be ready for round two in three minutes instead of ten. “Now what?” She smiled against my skin as she asked the familiar question.
“Whatever you want.”
“I want babies,” she declared.
I chuckled at her bluntness. “Then stop taking those pills and I’ll give you babies.”
