The Sweetest Gift - Scarlett Cole Page 0,33

opened himself up to the idea he was worth loving, and he’d wanted to be surrounded by the men he loved most while he figured that out.

But now…

Now, he understood his worth. That he was worth loving, that he was worth listening to, that he was worth the commitments of friendship and love in all its forms.

He sighed and allowed the tension that had been building in his shoulders to drop. “You’re right.” He kissed her chastely. “I’d support you, you know. If it was a job-of-a-lifetime offer.”

Georgia smiled. “Thank you. And I love you for saying that. My career is so very important to me, Lennon. It’s a part of the way I define myself. It’s the reason I had my eggs frozen last year, just in case the clock runs out before we decide if we are ever ready for kids. But you…” Her eyes misted over. “You are my reason for being, Lennon. If I had to choose between my career and you again, I’d pick you a thousand times over.”

Lennon felt the sting of unfamiliar emotions, a sensation he struggled with despite years of therapy. Instead of finding the words, he lay her back down on the bed and kissed her in a way he hoped conveyed the wordless emotions he struggled to express.

Her hands came around his back as she moved against him, and this time he lifted his hips and eased into her, inch by inch. Goddamn, if being inside her wasn’t the best place on the fucking planet. He wanted to stay here, deep inside her where the world didn’t matter, his past didn’t count for shit, where he was loved for every imperfect part of his being.

She moved against him and he rolled them onto their sides, his arms around her, holding her pressed tightly against him. They could barely move, apart from their hips that moved slowly and oh-so-fucking-deeply against each other.

He barely withdrew, maybe halfway, keeping Georgia on edge and filled.

“Lennon,” Georgia gasped against his lips as she ground against him.

“I know, Babe. I love feeling this… connected.” God, he was so deep, as deep as he could get. And it still wasn’t enough. He pulled back an inch and pushed home again, savoring the way his body felt as it collided with hers.

He gripped her ass, pinning her in place, opening her to him.

Her wide eyes locked on him, her pupils dilated, lashes fluttering. “Mmm,” she moaned. “It feels so good.” She pressed a series of kisses to his neck, to his jaw, to his throat where it felt as though it were stuffed with cotton wool. He couldn’t speak. He had no words or music or rhythm to describe the way his world fell into place in moments like this. To the peaceful silence of his mind, to the way his heart literally expanded from the love flowing through it, so much so it felt as though it were likely to explode.

Gia was so wet for him, easing his shallow movements as he stayed so deep within her, his dick clambering for release. But he needed a few precious moments longer, a few precious moments where it was just him and Gia.

“I love you,” she whispered, running a hand through his hair the way he liked.

The words reached him, ricocheted around his brain. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” he gasped, increasing his pace to match hers, thrust for thrust.

Gia’s mouth met his, an opened mouth kiss that was more about connection than movement. “Lennon.” The word came out on a gasp as her hands moved to his ass, her short nails digging in as he drove in harder. “Lennon, please,” she begged, the sound reaching his soul. Only he could give her what she needed.

His thrusts became hard and forceful, deep and frantic.

“Yes,” Georgia cried. She placed her hands on either side of his face, her eyes bright and open and focused on him. Despite the fact his own orgasm was bearing down his spine, he stayed with her, his gaze holding hers as she came, shuddering against him. It was enough to tip him over the edge, and as she gasped for air against him, he came in forceful spurts inside her.

“I love… you… too,” he gasped as he rode out the waves of ecstatic pleasure.

Eventually, his movements slowed and then stopped, leaving them wrapped in each other’s arms. All that was left was a calm that soothed his body and soul like