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A few thrusts later, he collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body sinking us into the fluffy comforter. With what little strength I had, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, clinging to his flushed skin as his release mixed with mine.
His heart hammered against my chest as I inhaled the masculine scent of his neck. "You're the fuck of my life, Quinn Draper."
His laugh rumbled through my bones before he peeled his chest from mine and leaned up to look up at me. "And you're the love of mine."
I dropped my useless noodle legs along with my voice as the rest of the room came into focus, the haze of my orgasm evaporating like morning dew. "I love you, too, you know."
"I know."
I adored his confidence, envied it. And it was rubbing off on me. I could tell. "How long have you known?"
He rolled his eyes up to one corner of the room like his memories were pinned to the ceiling. "Probably since the Fourth of July." A thick chunk of black hair fell in his eyes when he looked back down at me. "The blowjob you woke me up with that day was the best of my life."
"You mean second best."
His brow furrowed. "What was the first?"
"The one I'm going to give you tomorrow morning," I said, clenching my pussy around him.
He exhaled through his lips and looked at me like I was strung up in lights and dripping with mistletoe. "How did I get so lucky?"
I smiled. "I've been asking myself the same question."
He dropped his lips and kissed me again, his tongue moving slow so I could appreciate what a good kisser he was and how perfectly his mouth fit mine. Then he forced himself deeper once more, pulsing inside me as he whispered against my lips. "I hope you always feel that way."
I reached up and held his face in my hands, letting my eyes search his until our breath found the same rhythm, our chests rising and falling in unison. And in that moment, everything felt right, felt safe, felt possible.
Because in Quinn's arms, I'd found a place where I was proud to be myself. In his eyes, I'd met the person I wanted to become. And in his heart, I'd made a home.
A home to grow up in. A home to grow old in. A home to fall in love in.
Over and over again.
