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“When I’m with you, I feel real…I feel everything.”
Everything. Exactly what I told Meric.
“Everything?” I repeat and she nods.
“It’s like switching from black and white to color,” she tells me, and I can’t fight the smile that breaks loose. “You can watch a movie with both, but color…color is…”
“Color is the difference between seeing and knowing.”
“Yes! I knew you’d understand.”
Lifting my hands, I glide my fingers through her hair. One strand caresses my finger and thumb.
“Always.”
“Do you mean that?” she asks hesitantly.
“I do. Walking away from you was the biggest mistake of my life, Ames. Because you are my life. And even if I have to fight for you, I’m not giving up. Not on you. Not on us. I love you. Every part of my soul is yours. If you want it.”
Her hands come up and lock around my neck, her fingers playing in the ends of my hair.
“I do. I want it all with you, Garrett. I love you. I—”
I can’t wait anymore. My lips find hers, immediately claiming her as mine. But if I’m claiming her, she’s staking her claim on me too. Her tongue pushes against my lips until I open and slides into my mouth to tangle with mine. When she aligns our hips, my cock springs to attention, ready to touch, to savor her. To remind me that she is mine.
“Tell me what you want,” I growl, dragging my lips along her jaw.
“You,” she says. “I want you.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Come home.”
Home. That’s what this sensation is. It’s that feeling of knowing that where you are is exactly where you should be.
“Is that all you want?” I ask, nipping at her earlobe.
“God, no. I want more.”
“How much more?”
“All of it, Garrett. I’m all in.”
“I call,” I tell her, boosting her in my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I set her down on my desk. “I win.”
“How do you figure?” Amusement colors her tone.
My arms tighten around her, tugging her up to the edge of my desk, and I grip her thighs with my hands to drag them apart and step between them. “Jackpot.”
She giggles. “Okay, the metaphors are getting bad.”
“Agreed.”
“Tell me a story, Garrett.”
“A story?” I squeeze her hips.
“Mmm-hmm.”
