Page 124 of Bound To Be Mine

Her eyes widened. “What?”

“I love you.” Now that I said it once, I couldn’t stop. “I’m in love with you, Mandy. Completely, stupidly in love with you. I know it’s too soon, and I know we’re the odd couple, but I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel it. I love you.”

She stared at me for what felt like an eternity. My heart was racing. Had I fucked this up? Was it too much, too fast?

Then her face broke into the biggest smile I’d ever seen.

“I love you too,” she said. “God, Briggs, I love you so much it terrifies me. I’ve been trying not to say it because I thought you’d think I was crazy, but I’ve been in love with you.”

Relief flooded through me so intensely I nearly collapsed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She grabbed my shirt and pulled me closer. “Now stop talking and make love to your wife.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

I kissed her slowly this time, savoring it.

I worked the zipper on her dress, sliding it down her back. The fabric pooled at her feet, leaving her in just her bra and underwear. I took my time removing those too, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” she breathed, tugging at my shirt.

I helped her, shrugging out of my shirt and undoing my belt. She pushed my pants down, and I kicked them aside along with my boxers.

Then we were skin to skin, and nothing had ever felt more right.

Her hands roaming over my back, my shoulders, my ass.

“I missed this,” she murmured. “Missed you. Missed us.”

“Me too.” I kissed down her neck, over her collarbone, taking my time. “I’m going to take care of you tonight. Make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good.”

“Tonight’s going to be better.”

I kissed down her body, paying attention to all the spots I’d learned she liked. The curve of her neck. The underside of her breast. The soft skin of her inner thigh.

By the time I settled between her legs, she was already trembling.

“Briggs,” she gasped. “Please.”

I didn’t make her wait. I used my mouth on her, my tongue finding that perfect spot that made her cry out. I built her up slowly, backing off whenever she got too close, making it last. The taste of her was the best dessert I’d ever had. I wanted more. I could feast on her for days.

“Stop teasing,” she whimpered, her hands fisting in my hair.

“I’m not teasing. I’m savoring.”

“I’m going to die.”

“No, you’re not.” I sucked gently on her clit, and she nearly came off the bed. “But you are going to come. Hard.”

I kept going, adding my fingers, curling them inside her the way she liked. Her thighs started trembling on either side of my head. Her breathing got ragged.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God, Briggs! “

She came with a cry, her whole body tensing before going limp. I worked her through it, gentling my touch as she came down.

When I finally crawled back up her body, she looked dazed.