Page 135 of Thaw My Heart

A view I’ll never get tired of.

The fireplace crackling and the sound of her sweet, shallow breaths are all I hear.

There’s a glint in her eyes, an unsteady breath, and then her lips collide with mine. A kiss filled with more passion than I was expecting. Blood rushes to my dick, making my heart rate flutter. She drapes a leg around me, and I pull her in, aligning her hips with mine.

Her tongue enters my mouth, and she moans when she feels how hard I am for her, grinding against me once before pushing me on my back. Rocking herself on top of me.

She tugs me up so she’s sitting in my lap, noses touching. My ragged breaths pulsate between us. I stare at her for a moment, unsure of her next move. And after today’s events, I had no expectations for anything but holding her all night long. Comforting her and addressing her fears until she was ready to sleep. But the fire swirling in her eyes and her labored breaths tell me otherwise.

She wants me.

She lifts off my shirt, running her hand along my chest before pulling off her vintage baggy T-shirt, leaving her bare. My hands run from her thighs to her breasts, squeezing the fullness of them. They fit perfectly in the palm of my hands, as if they were made for me to hold.

I press a kiss to the center, right in between them, and I’d be happy to die right here. “I love these,” I murmur.

“Really? I always felt like they were too small.”

Absolutely insane that she thinks that. “They’re perfect.” After placing a soft kiss on each nipple to confirm my words, I meet her eyes. “You’re perfect.”

Something in her face changes. Heated desire quickly transforms into sadness. “Markus always wanted me to be perfect… and when I wasn’t or when I couldn’t live up to his expectations…” Her doe eyes fall to my chest, words stalling on her tongue.

I now understand where her thoughts are going, but that is not how I meant those words.

My finger traces the line of her jaw, softly, delicately reminding her of how much I love her. “For me, all you need to do is breathe, Sadie.”

She smiles at that. The warm tones in her irises flare like molten chocolate. “Even if I try to make you food and burn it to a crisp?”

“I’ll happily eat it. No complaints. I like burnt food.”

“No, you don’t,” she laughs.

“I do.”

She quirks a dark brow, testing me. “What if I’m messy and want to laze around in my pajamas all day?”

A laugh rumbles in my chest. “That’s my favorite look. Besides your cowgirl outfit.” And her naked form next to me, but I feel she already knows that.

“Or if I eat a thousand marshmallows?”

“I’ll keep them in stock. Along with plenty of vegetables to counteract your sugar intake,” I tease.

A stubborn look crosses her face, and I know she’s up to something. But when she grips my wrists, sliding my hands to her back, I freeze.

“Sadie, don’t—” I try to stop her when I know this makes her uncomfortable, but she continues.

When my hands reach her upper back, touching the burn marks, she flinches. “Even if you can never touch me here without me reacting this way?” Her voice shakes.

I bring my hands to her face, angling her towards me, admiring the cute freckle near her bottom lip. “No matter what. You will always be perfect to me, Sadie.”

She shakes her head, trying to deny my feelings, but I hold her tighter. Placing a gentle hand on her jawline to pull her back to me.

“And if you never let me touch you there, I’ll worship the rest of you ardently. And that will always be enough for me. You, just as you are, will always be enough for me.”

A smile lights up her face, finally giving in. “There’s only one problem, Cowboy.” I quirk a brow as she draws circular patterns on my bare chest, making my dick throb. “I’m technically still married.”

A fact I’d forgotten about until now.

“This…” she draws a line from my chest to my belly button, “Is a crime in roughly 16 states.”