Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
She melts into me, as if all the tension leaves her body as she turns her head, her nose meeting mine. “You do? Even after all that?”
“My love,” I breathe, dragging my thumb along her bottom lip. “I love you more because of it. I am so proud to call you mine, to be on the receiving end of your fierce love.”
Tears fall in rivers down her round cheeks, and I wipe them away as soon as they drop. “You’re not mad I didn’t tell you earlier?”
I slowly shake my head. “Not at all.”
“I was worried you would be.”
“I am nothing but livid for you and your sisters, pissed you guys were put through that, and murderous toward those bastards who hurt you.” I press my nose to hers. “But I am proud, Lou. In awe of you, and I swear I will always be there to comfort you and chase away those bad dreams with lusty kisses that you love.”
“Promise?”
“Love, promise is a weak notion compared to what I want to vow to you,” I whisper against her lips. “I will chase away every bad dream. I will love you, so hard that none of that will ever hurt you again.”
She kisses my top lip. “Thank you, Ciaran.”
I shake my head. “What are you thanking me for?”
Her eyes search mine, and I catch another tear that escapes. “For loving me.”
A grin breaks across my face. “My love, don’t you know I’m addicted to you?”
She gasps, and my grin widens as she brings her hands up to cup my cheeks. “I love you, Ciaran.”
“I love you.”
More than I could ever put into words.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t work each day to prove that to her.
CHAPTER 48
Louisa
Once our lips meet, every ounce of tension is gone.
I feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off me, and I’m so thankful for Ciaran’s understanding.
I love him. Deeply.
It’s been fast, instalove at its prime, and I don’t care. I love it. Oh, how I love him.
I stroke my fingers along his jaw as we part, both of us panting. He moves his nose with mine, our eyes locked in the same heated embrace our lips were just in. When he licks his lips, he licks mine too, and I can’t help my grin as heat floods my belly. He brushes a piece of hair behind my ear and whispers, “Did I tell you how much it means to me that you came here, that you’re with me right now?”
Damn it, he gives me all the feels. I was just so vulnerable with him, and I was scared it wasn’t enough. Still, he looks at me like I’m the greatest thing in his life. “I’m not your ex or your dad or anyone else who has hurt you. I want to be here for you. I want to cheer you on. I want to love you—more than anyone ever has.”
His eyes drift shut at my words as we share a long breath. His body is like a haven for me, protecting me from my fears and comforting me without intentionally doing so. It’s natural for him. When his alarm goes off, we both look at his phone as it chimes. A curse leaves his lips. “I gotta go.”
“Boo,” I pout, and he kisses me loudly on the lips.
He lifts me with ease, sitting me back in my seat before pointing to my plate. “Eat, you.”
I beam up at him. “Maybe you should eat me?”
His eyes darken as those thick lips curve in the slyest of grins. “Lou, don’t make me choose between savoring that sweet pussy and going to practice.”
I snicker as he walks away from me, even though I know he doesn’t want to. “And if you had to choose?”
He exhales hard, grabbing his keys from the bathroom by the door. “I’d choose you, because there is nothing I love more than having you shatter against my tongue.”
I make a show of fanning myself, and he chuckles low in his chest. “Lord, I might have to take care of myself since you’re going to make me wait.”
Heat burns deep in his eyes, and I watch the gears turning in his head. He looks at his phone again, then to me, before looking back at his phone. He starts counting on his fingers, and I can’t help but giggle. “You’re so silly!” I laugh, and he shoots me a devastating grin. When he throws down his phone and his keys, I laugh louder, shaking my head. “You’re serious?”
He scoffs as he takes me by my hips and tosses me onto the bed. He grabs hold of my panties, pulling them off with ease before covering my body with his. He traps my head between his palms on the bed before pressing his forehead to mine. “I have twelve minutes. I can get you off at least four times.”