Page 136 of Someone Exactly Like Me (Wounded Hearts 1)
A tiny gasp escapes me as my eyes close. “I know, but it’s what I need to do.”
“I have another idea,” he says, dropping a kiss on my nose and swirling his finger around my nipple over my silky camisole.
I sharply inhale in response to his touch. “What’s that?”
“I’m going to be doing some traveling for my career,” he says. Lifting the bottom of my camisole to just below my breasts, he kisses a line down my stomach. “And I want you to be with me,” he says, dragging his mouth across my heating skin to the side of my waist above my hip bone and taking a nibble.
I squirm and he digs his teeth in, just a touch, making me whimper. “But how will I do that if I take a job at Creative Artists?” I ask, sinking my hands into his hair.
“Forget the job.” Tugging down one side of my satiny shorts, he places whispery kisses from below my hip to the top of my landing strip.
My back arches slightly. “I can’t just forget the job,” I say on a moan.
Moving back up, he rests against my lower body, leaning his torso so his face is above mine. “I’m serious. I want to be with you. I’m not going to let anything get in the way of that. We have my home in Rome, your home here, and we can travel for my concerts and acting projects, and have incredible adventures together. If we want to stay in a city for an extra day, I’ll arrange it. You can tour the cities we visit for inspiration and research and write your books. Together we’ll have plenty of money.” His eyes sparkle. “What do you think?”
With this sexy, kind, loving man hovering above me, I quickly think back to when we first met. How dull and uncertain my life was. How lonely, empty, and uninspired I was. Now, a man I only ever fantasized about has melded with who I dreamed about as my soul mate and he’s in love with me. And I’m in love with him. I’m living inside one of my books. Goose bumps cover my body.
“Destiny?” His soft, husky voice brings me back to the moment.
“That’s really what you want?”
Without a smile on his face, he nods, his gaze boring intensely into my eyes. “Yes. That’s what I want. I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” he says, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “Sii mio per sempre, mia dolce ragazza.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, be mine forever, my sweet girl.” Softly kissing my lips, he encases me in his arms, burying his face into the crook of my neck.
Do I believe in soul mates? Yes. Yes, I do.
On my thirtieth birthday, I fell in love. I fell in love with a man who would be mine forever.
