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“You saw me less than twenty-four hours ago.”
“It was too long.”
My insides go gooey, and hope blooms. Maybe things will work out. I just need to talk to him, ask what his plans are, and be perfectly clear that I’ll never move back to Texas. Easy, right?
Ha. It’s easy when two hundred pounds of muscle and Texas drawl isn’t pressing me up against the wall and running his lips over my neck. His hands circle my waist and hold me tight to him as he inhales the scent of me, groaning in contentment.
“Your house or mine?” he asks.
I should put my hands on his chest, push him away, and ask him about Christine’s present. I should clear the air right now, because I’ve spent half the day ruminating over it.
But he kisses me again, and sensation takes over. It feels too good to be in his arms, to feel like he’s mine—for now.
If I bring up the house in Clare, he might back away. His hands will leave my lips. I’ll lose his kisses. Maybe…maybe I can just enjoy this for now. Just for a little bit longer.
He nips my jaw. “Whose house, Georgia?”
“Yours is closer,” I answer, then squeal as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Sebastian”—I laugh, squirming—“I need to get my purse! You can’t carry me out of here.”
He changes directions, heads for the office, grabs my purse, then stalks to the front door. He only puts me down long enough to lock up the gallery, then I’m shepherded into his truck and we zoom toward his place.
This is okay, I decide. He reaches over to put a hand on my denim-clad thigh, and the touch settles me. We can talk later. Right now, we can use our bodies to communicate with each other. Isn’t that what’s always been easiest between us? This writhing, heated lust that propels our relationship? We can use sex to work out all this excess emotion, excess energy, and what’s left afterward will reveal the truth.
I glance across the truck’s cab at him, at his strong arms clad in a soft tee, his worn jeans, his stubble, the Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat…
And I know I love him more than words can say. That’s why the thought of him leaving hurts so damn much.
We pull up outside his house and hurry inside. I’ve barely toed off my shoes when I’m hauled up in his arms again and carried up the stairs. Arms hooked around his neck, all I can see is Sebastian. All I can smell is him. All I can feel is the warmth of his body and the thumping of his heartbeat.
He’s the man who came back for me. He’s the man who made me a steak dinner and went out to find a waffle maker for me on a Sunday morning. He’s the man who strums my body like a guitar, who can call me late at night and make me hotter than a Texas summer with nothing but his voice in my ear.
I feel it in my soul, this vibration between us, this certainty that we were made for each other. Sebastian wouldn’t leave for Texas if I were here. He wouldn’t want to make me give up everything I love to move backward, to sleep in the house that holds his worst childhood memories. Sebastian ismine.
That’s why, when we get to the top of the steps, I hear myself whisper, “I love you.”
Sebastian freezes in the doorway to his bedroom, his stunned eyes meeting mine. He drops me to my feet, holding my upper arms for a moment before sliding his hands down to manacle around my wrists. “What did you say?”
“I said I love you.” My voice is stronger even if emotion clogs my throat. “I love you so much, Sebastian, it makes me crazy.”
His hands tighten around my wrists, then loosen and slide down to my hands. He closes his eyes and brings both hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles. He’s trembling, I realize. We both are.
“Seb?” I squeak. “Say something.”
Wild eyes lift up to meet my gaze. “I’m never letting you go, Georgia,” he growls. “Ever.”
With that vow hanging in the air between us, Sebastian picks me up like a groom carries his bride and takes me across the threshold to his bedroom.
34
GEORGIA
Sex with Sebastianis always intense. Half the time, we don’t even manage to take all of our clothes off. It’s wild and passionate and thrilling.
Today is different.
He lays me down on the bed with so much tenderness it makes my heart ache. His eyes are a sparkling, sapphire blue, shining in the low light filtering through his blinds. I feel like the most beautiful, most important woman in the world. Nothing beyond the four walls of this room matters, not even a little bit.
This is us, right here. Our love is all-consuming.
