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She took a deep breath before answering. “I’d like for us to connect more. To have better communication. To have fun together and build a family. I don’t want to be anything like my mother. I want our son to have so much love he never has to doubt if he belongs.” She pressed a hand to her belly.
Finn’s palm eclipsed hers. The contrast of his brown skin against her belly striking and beautiful. Will our son have his father’s skin tone? Or maybe a mix of both of ours?
“That sounds good to me.”
“What do you want?”
“To see you and our son happy. To be enough.” His voice cracked.
“You’ve always been enough, honey. Every time I needed you, you were there. Even when I didn’t know it.” Like with Damon.
His only response was to kiss the top of her head.
“What do you want for yourself? Are you happy at the bar?”
“I like it. I mean, the noise gets old, but I like the backend side of things. It’s amazing to see what that place has turned into since my parents first bought it when I was younger. I’d like to continue that legacy. Maybe expand someday to offer some appetizers.”
“That’s a great idea. Have you talked to your dad about it?” She smiled.
“Not yet.”
“I’m sure if you go in with a plan and all the details, there’s no way he’d turn you down.”
“Maybe.” He scooped up more water with his other hand, splashing it over her chest. “Do you think we could have that future you dream of? With me . . . without me remembering before?”
Maybe it was easier for him to talk when they weren’t face to face, but this seemed like Finn was opening up, letting her in like she’d hoped. “I’m not going to lie and say I’m not frustrated or tired of how things have been going. I was feeling like I was in this marriage alone. And I understand this is a special circumstance. But we’re at a crossroads. We have to choose each other or this will tear us apart.”
His chin rested on her shoulder as he spoke into her ear. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want the past to pull me down. I want to move forward with you like we said. I choose you, Charli-baby.” Finn tipped her chin to look at him. “I love you.”
She blinked. A thousand tiny explosions erupted in her chest, bursting with pure joy. Her belly flipped and tumbled. Tears of happiness welled in her eyes. He loves me.
“When I saw you with Damon and thought he was . . . it ripped my heart out. I realized it hurt so much because I love you more than I’ve loved anyone before.” His thumb wiped away the tear that dripped down her face. “Don’t cry, beautiful.”
“I’m just . . . you don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.” She sucked in a sharp breath, sitting up.
He turned her around to face him, pulling her body flush with his. Her slick skin slid against his. Charli’s nipples tightened and peaked over his hard chest.
Finn’s cock nudged her abdomen, quickly hardening. Warmth enveloped her, glowing from within. Strong hands wrapped around her face, guiding her lips against his. Tendrils of want uncurled from her center, winding their way through every cell. The heaviness of yearning urged her on. A fog of desire settled between them in a haze. His tongue dipped into her mouth. Tasting. Seeking. Reclaiming.
She raked her teeth over his bottom lip. Groaning, his hands slid over her bare thighs, over her ass. He squeezed. A possessive bolt of lust shot through her.
“I love you,” he said, his voice gravelly.
She kissed him again. Sliding her legs either side of him, she lifted herself up to straddle his erection. Tilting her hips, she guided the tip of his cock into her slick pussy lips. He glided inside her soaked flesh as a feeling of home rushed over her.
“Fuuuuuck!” He jerked as she slowly lowered herself over him.
His eyes snapped to hers, lips parted. Everything else disappeared into those brown pools locked on her.
Raking her nails over his chest, she slowly began to move. She rode him up and down as he hissed in pleasure. He leaned forward and took her nipple into his mouth as she continued to fuck him. Water spilled out of the tub with each rise and fall of her hips. Nothing mattered but the man under her. The overwhelming raw need to see him come undone rushed over her like a woman possessed. Each bated breath was a prayer—every clench of her inner walls a plea that he’d understand just how much she loved him. Their lovemaking was a wordless symphony, their erotic movements an incantation, a conjuring of souls.
“You’re so goddamned perfect. So sexy.” The words dripped from his lips like golden honey.
Fingers dug into her hips as he thrust harder against her. Lips locked, tangled in a dance of fevered promises. Skin blistered in brutal demand with each wet, torturous glide of his saturated body against hers. Water splashed. Steam rose. Her body was about to combust. His palm cupped her breast, flicking her nipple before pinching it. Her toes curled.
“You like it when I ride you like this?” Her voice no more than a breath.
“Fuck yes, Charli-baby. You. Only you,” he repeated as if he wanted her to know she owned him as much as she belonged to him.
