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I swallowed hard, listening to every word he shared.
“I never wanted to fall in love after that. For years, I had one love, and it was the ranch. I drowned myself in work. Day and night, it was all that mattered to me until you came back into my world. I spent years trying to pretend I didn’t love you when, in fact, I was head over heels for you.”
Suddenly, a tear escaped my eye.
“I fought against the love I had for you, and in the end, I lost you because of it. When we were kids, the way I protected you, looked out for you, was always there for you was simply because you were one of my best friends. And the truth is, I did love you back then, Hazel. I just didn’t realize I was in love with you until it was too late. We were so young, and I don’t know… I guess I just made excuses for why you meant so much to me.”
I wanted to believe with everything inside me that what he’d said was true. Holding onto that hope only made me realize how much time we’d truly lost with each other.
Finding my voice, I apologized, “I’m so sorry I’ve been punishing you. I know it doesn’t change anything, and we can’t get back the years we lost.”
Tears fell from my eyes, one right after the other. There was no stopping them. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment and the emotions it’d evoke.
It wasn’t Ledger who came to me this time—I willingly gave myself to him. My mouth crashed onto his, and it was all he needed to lose control. Roughly, he gripped my ass, lifting me to straddle his waist.
My big belly was in the way, but he was able to carry me without any restraint.
Our kiss was passionate.
Hungry.
Sending us into a frenzy.
He carried me in the barn, lying me down on a blanket on the hay. This was crazy, but Ledger was always impulsive—going from one extreme to the next.
He cradled my face, never once breaking our kiss. I had no idea what I was in for. Ledger wasn’t the man who made love. He seemed into hard, passionate fucking.
This was different—he was different.
Ledger
Gripping the sides of her face, I devoured her mouth.
Claimed her lips.
Owned her.
Worshipped her.
Fucking loved her.
For a minute, I allowed her to take my breath away. In my eyes, she’d never looked so fucking beautiful.
So goddamn breathtaking.
So fucking mine.
I gripped her wrists and held them above her head with one hand, while the other slid from her face down to her breasts, kneading them in my other hand.
She moaned. I wouldn’t let up. I just kept kissing her, caressing her, and whispering how much I loved her. Using my lips, I wiped away all her tears, tasting her sorrow, her hurt, her love for me.
Tenderly moving my way to her lips while her body continued to shudder from my strong, overpowering love. Overwhelming her emotions and overriding her insecurities the way only I knew how.
By making love to her.
Before another second slipped by,I kissed her for all the years I didn’t, for all the months I couldn’t, for all the moments I so desperately wanted to but lost her. Losing myself in her. It was almost like I was trying to kiss away how badly I hurt her.
“Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve dreamed of the things I want to do to you?” I expressed against her lips, causing her eyes to flutter open.
