She gasped and her eyes snapped to mine, full and glassy.
“Square,” she whispered, in a mix of wonderment and admonishment. “Did you just use the L word on me during sex?”
My thumb left her neck to circle lazily over her taut nipple. My other hand was still firmly laced in hers. I gave our powerful union of fingers a squeeze. “Yeah, Blue, I’m saying I love you during sex and I’m showing you, too. Been showing you all damn day. You got a problem with that?”
My mouth replaced my thumb and my tongue circled over her firm nub, matching the slower pace of my thrusts.
“Oh,” she whimpered, her head falling back. “So good.”
When I moved to her other breast, her fingers tightly gripped my hand.
“No, I don’t have a problem with that as long as. . . .” Her breaths were coming stronger and faster. “Oh God . . . fuck . . . as long as you don’t have a problem with me telling you I feel the same way during my . . .”
And then she sailed firmly over the edge, her chest a bloom of color, her legs shaking, and her lips trembling. It was so damn erotic that I followed suit after two final and firm drives.
Still inside her, we lay wrapped on my tangled sheets, as she placed a gentle kiss on my shoulder.
“You love me?” she mumbled into my chest.
I cupped her chin with my fingers in order to meet her gaze. “Yeah, I love you, Blue.”
Her eyes filled with unshed tears. “I love you too, Square.”
Goddamn, my heart felt filled to fucking capacity. I planted a soft kiss on her lips, on each of her shoulders, and then each of her breasts—because fucking hell, I wanted to worship at this girl’s altar.
“Does this mean you’d consider getting a matching bridge tattoo?” she said, her fingers tugging at the back of my hair.
“Hell no,” I said and she burst into a fit of giggles. “But I’ll build you one someday.”
“Promise?” she said with a smirk, but also with a bit of awe in her eyes.
And right then I didn’t care if I built it out of fucking Legos, she was getting her damn bridge.
“For you,” I said, my mouth tugging on her lower lip. “Anything.”