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“The painting was a selfish decision. It seems I can’t stop making those when it comes to you.”
“I don’t understand, Cooper. Please, just come out and say what you’re thinking. No word games or dancing around my questions.”
He wets his lips and nods sharply. “I wanted you to come home tomorrow and see that whether we’re married or not, I want you here.With me. Pink walls and all. I’m in love with you, and there isn’t a damn thing that could happen that would change that. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the truth the moment I learned it. It was a jackass move.”
My chest is tight, each inhale stressed. My first instinct is to run to him and jump into his arms, to tell him it’s okay. But I hold myself back, knowing damn well it shouldn’t be that easy.
“I love you too. That’s why it hurts so bad that you kept this all from me. Did you really think that I would just leave? After everything?”
He laughs humourlessly. “I was scared, Adalyn. Fuck, look at you. You’re gorgeous, not to mention hilarious and brave and outspoken and ridiculously driven. You hold the world by the balls in a way I’ve never seen anyone do before. And somehow, you ended up with me. We said I love you to each other after I had someone telling me that the thing that brought us together in the first place wasn’t real. Of course I thought there was a chance you would be relieved not to be tied down to me.
“I was going to tell you last night. I had my entire speech planned out, knew what I was going to say down to the final sentence. But then I saw you turning my house into a home—our home—right in front of me, not because you had to but because you wanted to. So, I took the easy way out. It wasn’t the right thing to do, and I’m so damn sorry that I hurt you. I’ll do fucking anything to make it up to you, love. Anything.” He finishes on a heavy breath, devastation heavy in his stare.
I swallow the ball of emotion in my throat and slowly walk toward him, half-heartedly avoiding the drying paint on the floor. He watches each step I take, as if he’s waiting for me to spin around and take off in the opposite direction. If he could read my mind, he’d know that wouldn’t be possible for me.
The moment I press my palms to his hips and glide them around his back, he sighs in relief. I nod, knowing exactly how he’s feeling. Like the past few hours apart have felt like days, and with this simple touch, something heals inside of us.
Tipping my head back to look up at him, I find his eyes and say, “No more keeping secrets. I’m here to stay. Of course I’m sad that we’re not married, but you’re still mine, aren’t you? This is our home, our life together. I’m not going anywhere unless you give me a damn good reason to.”
His hand cups the back of my head as he bends and slides his nose along the length of mine. “Never. I’m yours. And you’re mine. And all of this is ours.”
“Then that’s that,” I whisper and then tug him toward me, slamming my lips to his.
It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s anif I don’t kiss you right now, I might dietype of kiss. His lips meet mine with the same intensity, and it makes flutters fill my belly before travelling down, settling between my legs.
In one quick swoop, he has me in his arms, my legs wrapping tightly around his waist as he begins to carry me through the house. I nip at his bottom lip and run my hands down his naked chest, letting the warmth from his skin burn my fingertips. I’m a greedy bitch when it comes to Cooper. I can’t get enough of him, and I don’t see that ever stopping.
Bringing my mouth to his neck, I plant soft kisses over the scruffy skin and let his following soft groans send me into a lust-drunk spiral. It goes dark around us when we move into the bedroom. I’m toying with the waistband of his sweatpants, trying to tug them off, when he laughs and drops me onto the bed. My smile is wicked as I move backward and prop myself up on my elbows by our pillows.
I tug my lip between my teeth and watch as he sheds his pants, eyes never moving from where they hold my stare. My skin grows hot, the blood beneath boiling from how badly I want this man. It’s always like this with us.All consuming.
He doesn’t tease me this time. It’s like he feels as desperate as I do because he climbs onto the bed and settles between my legs without hesitation.
“I don’t think I could have slept tonight without you,” he whispers, kissing his way down my neck and chest. One hand smooths down my body while the other palms my tit, giving it a soft squeeze. “You belong here with me.”
I smile lazily, humming. “How very caveman of you, Sparrow. What’s next? Are you going to paint your name on my skin next?”
His eyes heat and drop to my baggy-shirt-covered chest. I barely have a chance to blink before he has it off me and his hands over my naked tits, fingers teasing the nipples pointed at him.
“Would you like that?” he asks coyly.
“I think I would.”
Groaning almost painfully, he tears my pants off and then glides his thumb through the wet flesh between my legs. I hiss between my teeth and buck into his touch, legs spreading wider for him.
“So wet for me,” he breathes before sinking two fingers deep inside me. “So perfect.”
I’m so beyond foreplay that I wrap my fingers around his wrist and tug, hoping he understands what I need. He does. With a nod, he curls his fingers once before pulling them free and using them to spread my arousal over the length of his cock.
“That’s so hot,” I blurt out.
His laugh is strangled as he glances down at himself. “Thank you?”
Winking, I say, “You’re most welcome.”
He shakes his head, smiling to himself. It’s the smile that does me in. I’m an awkward, sometimes hard-to-handle woman, yet for some reason, I have a feeling that those might be his two favourite qualities about me.
I reach for him and settle my hands on his shoulders. “I love you.”
