Page 127 of Robbin’ the Rich

My chest expanded as I took in a deep breath. Did he just say he loved me?

“What is it?” he asked, stepping one more step closer.

“Did you just say you love me?”

“You have to know that I do. I have for so long now.”

“Really?” I asked. Why did I feel like I was about to cry? What was even happening right now?

He raised his hand to brush a stray lock of hair behind my ear and my heart nearly pounded out of my chest.

“I love you, Robin Sherwood. I love you with my whole heart. You see what is wrong and unjust in the world and you fix it. You are the most amazing woman I have ever known. And if you give me another chance, I will spend my whole life being a better man, one deserving of your love.”

I couldn’t wait anymore. I walked right into his arms, and he instantly wrapped them around me. I reached up on my toes and pressed my lips to his.

It was as if something inside of me shifted. The little bits of me that had been out of whack ever since he left all snapped back into place. I’d never felt anything this instantaneous before. It felt like slipping into a hoody on the first cool day of fall. It felt like a thunderstorm after a month of drought. It felt like getting into your own bed after being on a long road trip.

Micah Nottingham felt like home.

I pulled back to look at him. I didn’t even realize tears were streaming down my face until he wiped away a tear and kissed me cheek.

“I love you too. I hated being away from you.”

“I hated it too!” A grin covered his face, and I could help but answer with one of my own.

“Don’t ever lie to me again.”

His face turned solemn. “I promise. I will be honest with you from here on out. If you’re willing to give me another chance, I will do everything it takes to build your trust again.”

I don’t know how I was so certain, I had done nothing but question myself since I found out, but somehow, I knew he was being honest. He had been willing to take the fall for me. He had given me space when I needed it.

Now I needed him.

I walked down the hallway. I turned and Micah was still standing in my kitchen watching me with a cautious look on his face. How could he still not be sure?

“Micah, will you come to bed with me?”

30

MICAH

Growing up in the church I was told stories about moments in people's lives where the heavens opened up and angels sang on high. I’d always found them incredibly hyperbolic, but not anymore. Not after this.

I followed Robin down the hall and into her bedroom.

By the time I got there she was already undressing. My mouth watered and my pants tightened at the sight of her slipping her sweater over her head. I moved to walk to her, but she held up her hand. “Stop.”

I stopped in the doorway, curious about where this was going.

Then she turned to face me and undid the button of her jeans and before she slowly pushed them down over her full hips. Her heated gaze pinned me in place as she took off her clothes. Next, she reached behind her back, and her bra fell to the floor, revealing the most perfect breasts to have ever existed.

I looked up in her eyes, silently asking for permission to come to her, but she just cocked an eyebrow and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and shimmying them down over her generous hips. Every movement urging me to her, to kiss her, to claim her.

“Take your clothes off,” she said.

The look on her face had my already hard cock throb painfully against the zipper of my pants.

I undid the buttons of my shirt and discarded it before I toed out of my shoes. Then I took my pants off and stroked my wanting cock.