leaning back so that she could look at me properly and I ran my hand down the side of her face, pulling her in for a gentle kiss for a moment before pushing her back again gently.
”I love you, Winter,” I said roughly, meaning those words more than I’d ever meant anything in my life. “And I always want you to be mine.”
Her eyes filled with moisture and her lips parted on an answer, but I didn’t give her the chance to speak it, tugging her close so that I could kiss her again.
I groaned as her tongue slid over mine, my dick growing hard for her again already, swelling within her with hopes of a round two.
I didn’t let her pull back when she tried to, not wanting her to say it back to me just because I’d declared my own feelings, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her.
Her hand moved to my bare chest and she wrote a message across my flesh in strong strokes that couldn’t be missed.
I love you.
My heart pounded with a wild kind of excitement at those words and as she began to move her hips slowly again, my dick grew ever harder inside her. She moaned into my mouth and I swallowed it whole as our bodies continued to move in that beautiful, rhythmic pattern and I lost myself to her as I fought the desire to grin like a damn fool.
I’d fallen in love with a savage girl, and somehow, I’d earned her heart too.
***
Breakfast was tense. Frankie tried to crack jokes to lighten the mood, a lot of them about how he’d woken up in the night to what was either someone watching really loud porn or a seriously horny poltergeist. I really needed to sort out getting a place for me and Winter of our own but as Frankie pointed out, he still hadn’t figured out why Duke and the others had been torturing her or what Clarissa had to do with it. This apartment was a fortress that no one could get into and until we knew why someone had been trying to peel Winter’s brain open for information on the mysterious code, we couldn’t guarantee her safety anywhere else.
Winter kept yawning and I felt bad for being responsible for her lack of sleep at both ends of the night, though a little less so when I remembered how good it had felt to bury myself inside of her and make her scream.
“You wanna have a movie morning in the TV room while Papa’s here, Winter?” Frankie asked her as he finished his toast and lifted his coffee to his lips.
He’d dressed himself in an expensive looking suit today and had warned me that Martello liked to see his sons looking their best at all times. But that left me in a dilemma because I didn’t want to go to too much effort trying to impress him, but I also didn’t want to end up disappointing him on first impression. In the end I’d opted for a charcoal suit with a crisp white shirt, but had left the tie off as a small act of rebellion against the idea of trying too damn hard. I wasn’t even sure I wanted a relationship with this man yet, I certainly didn’t want to go overboard on the sucking up.
“That sounds good,” Winter agreed with a smile and I was glad he was giving her something to do while I met with Martello.
My biological father had insisted on a private meeting with me initially and Frankie had agreed without bothering to ask me about it. But as much as I didn’t want to cut Winter out of anything, I could accept that this was a fairly private matter that we needed to work through alone. At least at first. After that, I guessed I’d just see how I felt about progressing the relationship or not. I was a grown ass man after all - I hardly needed my papa to look out for me anymore.
“What kind of movies are you into?” Frankie asked her.
“Action,” Winter replied instantly then froze, dragging in a sharp breath as she looked at me in surprise. “I don’t know how I know that, but I do,” she said and I reached out to take her hand with a smile. I wanted her to get her memories back even if I was afraid that they might make her feel differently about me. She deserved to know