One Perfect Night (The Sullivans #8.5)(17)

"Now that is the meaning of indulgence," she murmured a while later as she worked to catch her breath.

"No matter where we are, no matter how many years go by, I’ll never stop proving my love to you," he told her, his eyes still so dark and hungry, even in the aftermath of their passion. "Every day. Every night."

"Even if I’ve finally decided?"

"Especially then."

Even though she knew he could see the truth of her feelings reflected back to him in her eyes, and that he had to feel it in the way she responded to his kisses, to his caresses, she wanted to give him more.

She wanted to give him everything he’d given to her, multiplied. Her faith. Her trust.

Her heart.

"As a little girl, I used to believe in love at first sight." She pressed a kiss over his heart, which beat hard and fast as she declared herself to him. "I think every little girl does. But then, slowly at first, and then faster and faster as I grew older and made bad choices, I lost that belief." She cupped his face in her hands even as she still held his body inside hers. "You gave it back to me on a snowy mountaintop on one perfect day. And then again, in one perfect night."

And later that night in his bed when he took her even higher than she’d been before and they flew together from peak to peak, she forgot to be afraid...because she didn’t need to be ever again.

~ THE END ~