Bad Boy's Bridesmaid(46)

"You have no idea how much I love you." His words layered another caress  over me. I never thought the truth would be so rewarding. "I will  always love you. Everything I do is for you and Lily."

"You're my everything." I kissed him, moving over his hips. He knew what  I wanted, and his fingers worked quick to free his cock from his jeans.  "You are the only man I've ever loved. Nothing will ever change how I  feel about you. I know we didn't mean to start this … "         

     



 

Nate arched, holding my hips as he guided me over him. I slid down,  taking him completely, filling myself with more than just his body.

I had his heart.

I had his soul.

And it was more than I ever expected.

"I'm so grateful we did." Nate groaned as I moved against him. "I had no idea what I was doing with my life until I found you."

"I'd waited my whole life for you … "

"No more waiting." Nate gripped me tighter, and I fell upon his chest,  crippled with passion and overwhelmed by his size. "Our life might have  started a year ago, but this is just the beginning. I promise I'll make  you happy."

"You already do."

"I promise I'll give you pleasure."

"Oh, that's not a concern."

"And I promise I'll be the greatest husband for you and father for our baby."

"I know you are." I kissed him, groaning as his hips moved faster. "I love you so much."

"I love you too."

My words dissolved as every stroke drew a shared breath and ripple of  pleasure. It built deep within me, and I surrendered to the night, the  ocean, his touch.

Nate tensed, and I stared into his eyes as he arched to meet me.

We came together, just as we always did, as powerfully and beautifully  as we always had. His heat caressed me from the inside, and I clenched,  unraveling over him as he guided me through the shredded pleasure that  captured me within his arms.

Nothing compared to these moments.

We had snuck around for so long in the past, and the secrets and fears  that kept me from loving him faded the instant we confessed our  feelings. I had wasted three months of our life before Lindsey's  wedding, but we had the rest of our days to make up for what we lost.

I rested against his chest, and he wove his fingers through my hair.

"I think I'm going to like being married to you," I whispered.

Nate smiled. "We're going to have a long, happy life together. I promise."

He didn't have to promise anything.

Nothing in the world would have torn us apart.

Love wasn't about courage or kindness or honesty or work.

It was this.

Us. Together.

It was happiness.

And it was ours.



The End