weight, but she lay under him, breathing shallowly, never protesting as he covered her, his cock still buried deep. She always had given him that. He loved that she still did.
When he finally rolled over, he took her with him, so that she sprawled over top of him, her head on his chest, his cock still in her. “I know you need to hear me tell you how I feel about you, Bree. I know that’s the way relationships go, saying the words out loud. I needed it from you because I’m … Hell, baby, I don’t know what I am, but I should have told you way back, when you first said it to me. I feel it deeper than I feel anything else. So deep it’s fucking terrifying. I’m never going to be good at saying the words. They get stuck in my throat. It’s like if I say it out loud, something bad is going to happen. I feel as if I’m cursing us. Everyone they knew we cared about died. I want to give you that, and I swear I’ll try, but …”
She dug her chin into his chest, those green eyes giving him compassion because his woman was all about that shit. She was everything he wasn’t. “Ink it on your skin, honey. You won’t have to say it aloud. Just point it out to me and I’ll know what you’re saying. I don’t want something beautiful between us to ever make you uncomfortable or bring up nightmares. You look at photographs, and I’ll look at your ink.”
She was brilliant. He could do that. Hell, he could have Ink put that shit all over him. It was the fucking truth and always would be. “I like that solution.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and lay back again, fingers buried in her hair. “But just looking at those photographs isn’t going to cut it, woman. I’m more fucked up than that.”
Her laughter felt warm on his chest. “You are? What else do I have to do?”
“I want you to tell me as well.”
“That’s not difficult, as long as you’re not worried I’ll curse us.”
“Pretty sure demons can’t hear you, babe. You’re too good. They’re ready to pounce on me.” Because he was a fucking asshole and always would be. Demons liked monsters.
Her fingers drifted to just below his belly and began to write letters there. “I have no problem telling you, honey.”
“I’m not done. That’s the most important, but there’s more. I’ll ink it on my skin, but you say it and then you show me.”
Her eyebrow shot up and once again her gaze jumped to his. “Show you?” she echoed.
“Need more photographs.”
She rolled her eyes. “You already have so many we’re going to have to get you a new phone. I don’t know where you’re going to put them all.”
“I do.” She hadn’t objected, but then he wasn’t kidding. He’d need more. His very large insecurity problem wasn’t just going to go away because she’d committed to him. It would help, but it wasn’t going to disappear.
“Fine. You’ll have your silly photographs.”
“Coming and going, either one of us, you kiss me.”
“I already do that.”
“Yeah, but it should be a requirement.”
“On both sides then.”
He let the silence stretch out, and she bit him. He laughed and gripped her bottom. He loved her. Plain and simple. She taught him how to play. How to have fun.
“Fine,” he conceded as if reluctant. He would never pass up a chance to kiss Breezy. Never. Her mouth was pure fire. “Waking me up in the mornings—”
“Don’t even go there or you’ll find you won’t be getting any wake-up calls from me.”
“Fortunately for me, I happen to know you love my cock, so I’ll look forward to you demonstrating that.”
“I won’t deny that.” She laid her head on his chest, ear to his heart.
He tunneled his fingers in her hair. “Tell me, baby. Let’s hear your but. What are you most worried about? I’ll try to put you at ease.” He had known all along he would have to circle back around to her worry, but he wanted to have a few minutes of fun with her so she would stay relaxed and mellow.
Breezy didn’t start unnecessary arguments. He had always appreciated that in her. She didn’t sweat the small stuff. She didn’t care if he had a beer with his brothers, she wasn’t that kind of woman. Before, when she was his, she popped the tops of the