Breathe for Me(45)

“You do.” He took the ring from the box and slid it onto her finger. “Everyone deserves more than one shot at happiness.” He drew in a breath. “Even me.”

“And I’m so happy,” she whispered.

“You love me.” His eyes burned into hers and she read the rawness in them. “You need me.”

She nodded, cupping his jaw. “And you love me. You need me.”

“More than you’ll ever know.”

She lifted up a fraction and slid onto him, locking tight onto his body. He looked up at her—the most gorgeous, confident, vulnerable smile in his eyes.

There was a time for play and a time for nothing but love. This was nothing but slow, sweet love. He was her beautiful lifesaver.

“I love you so much.” She held her breath as the sensations build so unbearably.

“Breathe for me,” he said hoarsely. Holding her, rocking her to pleasure. “Breathe for me.”

“Kiss me so I can.”

And, as always, he did.



THE END