Page 125 of Panty Dropper

My apology was cutoff when he took two long steps toward me, threaded his fingers through my hair, and kissed me. My lips automatically parted and his tongue swept inside my mouth. Any nervousness or anxiety I’d been feeling evaporated with the heat of the soul-binding kiss.

Slowly, we broke our kiss and I stared up at him feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the endorphins that had just been released in my system.

His brows knitted together as he ran his thumb along my jawline. “I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“For what?” If he was breaking up with me then this was a weird way to do it.

“I told your mama some things tonight that weren’t mine to tell.”

“Like what?” I couldn’t imagine what he might’ve said.

“She asked me what the worst day of your life was.”

“Oh.” I hadn’t ever told her about that day, but it wasn’t like it was a secret. She just never asked. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not. I shouldn’t have done that. You trusted me and I’m going to do everything I can to earn that trust again.”

“Really, Billy. It’s fine. It’s not like you put it on Facebook. She’s my mother. And I never told you not to tell anyone.”

He took a deep breath, looking a little relieved. Not completely, but he looked like it had gone from a ten to a five on the worry scale. “There’s one more thing.”

“What?”

“I told her something that I should’ve told you first.”

“What?”

“I told her that I love you.”

Hearing my mom say it and hearing Billy say it were two very different experiences. This version had tingles spreading throughout my body and my heart racing a mile a minute. I tried to hide my reaction as I casually said, “Yeah, she told me.”

“What do you think about that?”

“That depends,” I said breathlessly.

“On what?” The concern was back up to ten.

“On whether or not you were telling the truth.”

“You know I promised I’d never lie to you.”

“Yes, you did, but you never promised not to lie to my mother.”

His lips curled at the edges. “I was telling the truth. I love you.”

“Okay. Well in that case, following your lead, I guess I should probably call Hank and tell him that I’m pretty sure I love you, too.” I smiled, loving the feeling of saying those words and actually meaning them. Blaine was the only other man I’d ever said that to, and I knew now that I hadn’t meant it. Not one bit.

“You said pretty sure. How sure are you?” His lips lifted up into that sexy half-grin that caused the deep dimple in his left cheek to appear.

“Hmm, I don’t know.” I scrunched my nose. “I think you might need you to kiss me again so I can make up my mind.”

He lowered his head as I lifted up on my tippy toes and our mouths met in a slow, ravishing kiss. Every cell in my body sang as I explored the velvety warmth of his mouth. His masterful tongue slid across mine causing fireworks to explode in other parts of my body that he’d licked and suckled. My nipples hardened rubbing against the lace of my bra as he pulled me even tighter against him.

Slowly, methodically, he broke our kiss, resting his forehead against mine, as his labored breaths fanned across my face.

“Well, what’s the verdict?”

“I love you, Billy Comfort.”

He cut my words off, claiming my mouth once again.

As I stood under the starry sky, being held in the arms of the only man who had ever felt like home, I realized that today might not be my wedding day, like I’d thought it was going to be. But it was the day I truly found my person. The person that I knew, no matter what happened, I’d love for the rest of my life.