We both just stood there for a moment, staring at each other, both of us breathing hard. I didn’t know what to say.
Tori’s eyes filled with tears and I could tell that she was taking my silence as a rejection, when I was really just struggling to process how quickly everything had just changed between us. Now that she had said the words out loud, now that she had confessed her feelings and the enormity of them, I realized what a fool I had been.
I should have trusted her. All this time, I should have trusted her with my secrets. With everything I had been keeping from her. Everything I had been afraid to share with her.
She started backing away from me, and I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her close.
“Tori.”
Now was the time to be honest with her. To tell her everything. To share my life with her completely.
She was looking up at me, blinking back her tears, trying to be strong. Just like always. My wife was so strong. I gazed into her eyes, overwhelmed by everything I felt, unable to believe that this was truly real. That someone like her could truly love me.
But she did. I knew she did.
I leaned down and I kissed her. I kissed her with everything I had pent up inside. For a moment, she was stiff in my arms, but then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back. It was a kiss full of passion and love. Of everything I wanted. Everything I needed.
My hands skimmed her shoulders, her neck, then came up to cup the sides of her face gently. I kissed her more deeply, wanting to show her exactly how I felt. But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. I couldn’t just show her.
It took everything in my power to stop kissing her, but I did, slowly pulling back so I could look at her strong, beautiful face. She looked up at me, the question evident in her eyes. Finally, the words found their way out of my mouth.
“I love you too,” I told her.
Tori
Chapter 25
They were only three words, but they had changed everything. Now that Stefan and I had fully and honestly admitted our feelings for one another, there was a palpable shift between us. I could hardly believe it. I had broken down his walls. He had finally let me in.
Every kiss felt more charged than ever. Deeper, more affirming, more connected. Even his touch was more intense, his hands both tender and undeniably electric against my skin. It was as if the second Stefan had let down his guard, he’d allowed himself to become more passionate. Everything was more. We’d had this invisible barrier between us all this time, but suddenly, with these words of love, I could sense that it was gone.
There was no going back now—only forward. Together.
As I lost myself in his kiss, I could feel his love radiating throughout every inch of my body. I never wanted it to stop. And I wasn’t just turned on by the look in Stefan’s gaze, the way he was holding me so tight. In his arms, I knew with certainty that my husband wanted me, he loved me, and he was claiming me as his—and his alone.
Adrenaline was still racing through my system from our fight, and Stefan’s jealousy about Gavin had made me hotter than I’d ever thought possible. The way his green eyes had flashed with passion and rage had aroused me even as I was yelling at him. Who knew that Stefan’s possessiveness would be an added bonus to our sex life?
It almost made me glad that he had been spying on me. That my dinner with Gavin had pushed Stefan over the edge, pushed him to confess how he truly felt about me. He might never have revealed that he loved me if he hadn’t been motivated by the sight of that almost-kiss.
Not only that, but I knew without a doubt that my safety had been the reason for the bodyguard. Just one more way my husband was trying to protect me. I couldn’t really be mad that he’d wanted to keep an eye on me. If anything, I could see now that it had brought us closer together. Had shown me the true motivation behind his possessiveness and control issues.
And now that I knew Stefan had been acting out of love, out of desire, it was even hotter to be with him. I wanted to give myself to him completely. Not just my body, but my heart as well. I couldn’t deny my feelings for Stefan, and with this new honesty between us, I wouldn’t have to any more. I could tell him I loved him whenever I wanted. And so I did. Between kisses, I whispered the words, wanting to hear them back, shivering with pleasure when he did.
I could even see the love he felt for me in his eyes. I had never imagined I would feel such passion for one person, or that my feelings would be returned in kind.
My heart raced as Stefan led me toward the bedroom. His touch was gentle, his hands at my waist, in no rush to undress me. But I wanted him badly. I wanted him now.
I also wanted to be sure that he fully understood that I was his, that I was ready to submit to him—to be his and his alone. There had to be a way I could show him that. Not just with my words, but with my actions. With my body.
Pulling back from his kiss, I gave him a wicked smile. Curiosity and excitement lit his face as I began tugging his shirt out of his pants, unbuckling his belt. I could feel his cock straining against the zipper and my mouth practically watered. I knew what I was going to do to him, and I could hardly wait.
But despite my excitement and my eagerness to please him, my hands still shook as I unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. I was overwhelmed with emotion for him and with my desire to bring him pleasure, but I was still new to this. I knew how naïve and inexperienced I must seem compared to the other more experienced women he had been with.
I hoped he would see it as a turn on. As proof that I was his. That I was ready and willing to bend to his will, give myself to him completely and totally.
Pulling his cock out, I sank to my knees and locked eyes with him as he slid his clothes to our bedroom floor. He was hot and hard in my grip and I couldn’t wait to show him how I felt. With my hands. My mouth. My tongue.
Stefan groaned as I dragged my tongue over the head of his cock, tasting him. His fingers tangled in my hair, holding me tight against him as I wrapped my wet lips around his shaft. I started sucking, softly at first. Loving the way he began to guide me up and down his cock, showing me the rhythm he wanted. The rhythm he needed.
