Page 104 of A Love Like Candle Light

I get up, lifting her with ease and taking the opportunity to put my hands on her butt. Only so I won’t let her fall, of course. Okay, maybe a little because I enjoy touching her butt. And judging by the way she hooks her legs around me and giggles into the kiss, I’d say she isn’t opposed.

It’s really damn challenging to keep my eyes open when all I want is to close them, completely immerse myself into the kiss and hope it goes on forever. Only the promise of something even better makes me blink an eye open so I don’t walk us into a wall or door.

As soon as the bedroom door clicks shut behind us, she tears at my shirt and tries to pull it over my head.

“Off!” She mumbles into the kiss, eyebrows knitted with concentration.

My chest fills with warmth and I grin. She’s so much more secure now. So much more demanding than the last time, and I am loving every damn second of it.

I break the kiss. “Patience. I like this shirt.”

Before she can tear the fabric off me, and she seems tempted to, I lower her on the bed.

“Well, then hurry up.” With her lips pursed into a small pout, she lets me go. Once my shirt is off, I realize she didn’t just sit there and watch me. No, I missed the whole show. Her shirt is already on the ground and her pants are about to follow.

Damn.

I freeze, hands halfway to my belt, and let my eyes rake over her naked form. Her smooth, fair skin, her dark hair fanned over my sheets, her perky breasts…

“Fuck. You’re so fucking beautiful, babe.” Beautiful is such an understatement. Stunning. Divine. Even those don’t feel good enough for what I want to express.

“And really fucking impatient,” she whispers and sits up, reaching for my belt while shooting me a wink. She hooks her finger into one of my pants belt loops and pulls until I take a step towards her.

I can’t stop grinning. Not as she opens my belt. Not as she opens my pants or pulls them down my legs and her tongue darts out to flick over her lips. I can’t help myself. She’s a magnet, my kryptonite, I have to touch her. So I let my fingers run through her hair. It’s so soft. Her eyes flutter closed and she leans into my hand and my heart is about to burst.

I am so fucking in love with her. With how she trusts me, how she is an open book for me, with the little smile curling her lips and the way her eyes light up when she looks at me.

Sometimes I still think I must be dreaming. It’s crazy just how much in the universe had to align for the two of us to meet. Yet somehow, it did.

And now we’re here. And…

“Fuck, I am so in love with you, Kylie.” The words are out before I made the conscious decision. Her eyes widen and she freezes.

My heart beats in my throat. Fuck. Is it too early to call it love? Too early to tell her? Fuck, what if-

“Are we making a habit of saying these things just before sex?”

Relief washes over me. She sounds amused, not put off or anxious. My heart is so full, and when she shakes off the surprise and her lips curl into that tiny smile again, it’s only a breath away from bursting into a thousand pieces, out of happiness.

Her eyes dart from my lips to my eyes. She lifts herself up on her tiptoes and runs her fingers through my hair. “I am so fucking in love with you, too, Erik.” She sucks in a breath, as if to brace herself for something, then adds in a whisper, “So much it scares me sometimes.”

Hearing her say it should alarm me. Yet all her words do is make me sigh with relief, because I am so fucking far gone for her. The concept of her being scared of her feelings for me seems inconceivable. If only she knew how hard and fast my heart beats for her, how much lighter it becomes when I see her face.

“Never be afraid of your feelings for me, babe. And I promise I won’t be afraid of mine for you. Deal?” She pulls her lip between her teeth to contain her grin. I can’t have that. I want to see it.

Gently, I pull it free with my thumb, letting my hand rest at the side of her face. Our eyes meet. There are so many emotions in hers. Happiness. Contentment.

“Deal.” She palms my cock. And horniness. Definitely horniness.

“I need you, Erik,” she whispers, stroking me and licks a trail up my throat.

“You got me, Kylie. Always,” I growl, breath hitching as her thumb runs over my top, spreading my precum.

“Condom,” she mumbles and holds up the little foil package she must have taken out of my jeans pocket with two fingers.

Perfect.

Right now, I have other plans, though. I lean down, hands on the back of her thighs, scoop her up and flop onto the bed with her. The moment her back touches the mattress, my lips are on hers again, swallowing her surprised squeak, our tongues tangling and hands roaming.