AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My body tingles when I remember riding him last night, my hands on his chest as I pumped my hips and stared down at him.
I’ll never forget the way he gazed up at me, with something like wonder in his expression, as though he could hardly believe that the woman riding him so frantically was the virgin he’d claimed only a few days before.
I save my work and close the laptop, thinking about all the wonder the future’s going to hold.
I think about our five children, sure I can already feel one growing in my belly.
I think about the safety we’re going to experience, and yet it’s going to feel like an adventure too. That’s a combination nobody but my man could ignite in me.
There’s only one thing that threatens to disturb the brightness of this new chapter of our lives.
Neither of us has said I love you yet.
It seems like a small thing, but it’s getting more and more difficult for me to hold the words back. It’s hardest when we’re making slow love, our faces pressed close together, gazing directly into each other’s eyes as he thrusts inside of me.
When he pumps into me with affection tinging his every movement, with warmth and contentment flowing through us, holding the words back is like trying to stop a skittish horse from bolting.
I want to gallop, to stampede as I scream it over and over.
My phone pings from the table.
Opening my eyes, I take it and scroll up. It’s the same model as my last phone, but this one doesn’t have a tracking device app on it.
It’s from Rider.
Meet me on the roof xxx
I stare down at the message as giddiness moves through me, sliding heavenly hot ideas into my mind.
Part of me wants to text him and ask him why, but there’s no point. I’d go anywhere this man asked me to meet him.
But I am a little confused. I thought he was going to be at work all day.
Sassy not shy xxx
His second text comes shortly after the first.
Sassy not shy is our code phrase to prove that we’re really talking to each other. Maybe we were a little paranoid after all the mayhem we experienced on that magical, impossible, life-changing day. But we need to be sure we’re not walking into a trap.
But there it is.
It’s him.
I stand up and brush down my dress, sucking in a breath.
I have no idea why, but nerves ricochet through me, telling me this is important.
I ride the elevator with a swirling feeling in my belly, different from the all-consuming glow I’ve felt recently.
I know most people would think I’m crazy if I tried to explain how certain I am the glow comes from our child growing inside of me, but Rider and I aren’t most people.
We live by our own rules.
We fell in love in a freaking day.
The doors open to reveal a whole world of rose petals.
I gasp as I step onto the roof, gazing around the wide-open area.
There are rose petals everywhere.
If I thought he’d brought a lot to the FBI safe house for our pizza date, I realize now how wrong I was.
Every single inch of the roof is covered in petals, some of them swirling in the light breeze, countless more layered upon each other so my footsteps are quiet as I walk forward.
My man stands next to a table near the edge of the roof – safe behind the railing – wearing a steel-silver suit that matches his hair. The sunlight glints off his hair as he turns to me, and I’m sure he’s smiling…
Smiling, not smirking, not grinning like a wolf.
There’s a bottle in an ice bucket on the table and two silver platters.
He swaggers over to me, meeting me in the middle.
“Ruby,” he says, his voice husky.
“I—I thought you were at work.”
My voice catches and it’s the only thing I can think to say.
“I finally got some breathing room,” he says, his voice heavy with passion. “I should’ve done this the second we got out of that mess alive. But I wanted to make it special. I wanted the first time I told you I love you to mean something.”
“How many freaking petals did you get? This is amazing…”
I trail off as tears prick my eyes, a sob cracking in the back of my throat.
“Wait, what did you say?”
He steps forward and loops his arms around my hips, squeezing me close to him and leaning down so our lips are a hairsbreadth apart.
Our breath painting each other’s skin.
“I love you. I loved you from the first time I saw you, the first time I heard you. I don’t care if the world would call us crazy. I don’t care if we are crazy. Because I love you and nothing will ever change that.”
I grab onto his shoulders, feeling his throbbing muscles. “I love you too. So much. I’ve wanted to say it like a million times.”
