Wherever You Will Go(99)

“Feel?”

“What?”

“You said feel about me, not felt?” I ask anxiously.

Saxon gives me a small smile and cups my cheek with his hand. “Yes, Brooke, feel. I still feel the same about you.”

Turning my face into his palm, I take in his words and let them flow through me. I meet his eyes. I want him to see it, to feel it. “I love you, Saxon. I love you so much. I don’t want to live without you. I don’t think I can.”

He closes his eyes at my words and tightens his grip on my neck. “I haven’t been living Brooke, not since you drove away and left me that night.”

Leaning forward, I softly take his mouth with mine, and it’s only a second before he’s moving closer to me and holding my face in two hands as he devours me. He takes control of the kiss and tilts my head where he wants it.

Saxon moves his hands down my neck, slowly dragging them over my ribs and then wrapping them around me. I grab onto his neck tightly and pull him harder towards my body. He senses my need as he grabs my hips tight and lifts me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.

Our kiss turns frantic and I know we’re both putting everything in us from the past two months into this moment. Hell, the past year. All the hurt, all the pain, all the want and need. Everything we’ve been through, together and apart.

Breaking the kiss, Saxon stands and lifts me with him. I tighten my arms and legs around him as he makes his way towards the hallway.

“Wait,” I yell.

I struggle out of his hold and slide down his body. His lusty haze has turned into confusion as he watches me. Opening the front door, I grab my suitcase from beside the wall and wheel it in.

Saxon raises his eyebrows at me. “I need to stay here for a while, if that’s all right?”

“Why?” he asks with amused curiosity.

“I don’t have a place to stay at the moment.”

“Why not?”

“I sold the house too. I can find somewhere else to stay if it’s a problem,” I say with mock annoyance.

Before I can say anymore Saxon is storming towards me to pick me up in his arms. He kisses me fiercely, as if I have just promised him the world. I guess I have. Well, I’ve promised him me at least.





I’m the luckiest son of a bitch. I can’t believe she’s here. Not only is she here, but she wants to stay. She’s giving me what I’ve wanted all along. Her. She loves me. She fucking loves me. I knew she did, but to hear her say it, to declare it, to see it in her eyes and feel it in her kiss is another thing.

Seeing her standing at my door earlier was like looking at a new Brooke. She seemed calm, put together, strong, and happy. Whatever changes she’s made over the past two months, and for whatever reasons, have helped her heal. She started to put back together all the broken pieces. Whatever happened at that cemetery has given her the strength and clarity to start a new life. And she wants to start it with me.

She drops her suitcase as I carry her down the hall, kissing her hard. I can’t stop kissing her. I need her. Need to feel her.

It has been a fucked-up two months, and I didn’t know how I was going to pull myself out of it. I couldn’t live without her. I couldn’t go back to how things were before her. Now that I know what loving someone is like, I couldn’t go back to loving only myself.

Brooke pulls away from the kiss as we hit the wall. “Watch where you’re going, babe. We can kiss all you want once we get there.” She giggles.

I freeze, looking down into her warm eyes.

“What is it?”

“You called me babe. You’ve never called me anything other than my name. Say it again.”

“What? Watch where you’re going?” She has a cheeky grin on her face, and it warms me all over. I smile back at her and raise my eyebrows.

“Oh, you mean babe?” she asks causing my smile to widen. “Take me to bed and make love to me, babe,” she says in a low sensual drawl.

I take her mouth again and kiss her with everything I have. She’s labelling me, claiming me, and the cavemen inside me raises his head again.

Carrying her through the bedroom and to the bed, I gently lay her down on it. I crawl straight over her and begin taking off her top. “Saxon.” She pushes my hands off her.

“Yeah?” I continue trying to grab the hem of her top.

“You haven’t answered my question. Is it all right if I stay for a while?” She has a mischievous smile on her face, and I don’t know what she’s playing at now.

“You can stay on one condition,” I say as I lean my forehead onto hers. She looks up at me expectantly. “It’s not a temporary thing. You can stay as long as it’s permanent, and you promise to never leave.” My tone is serious, and she knows I mean it. That’s it. No going back and forth, I want to move forward with her, and this is the next step. I need this from her. I need her to commit to me, to us.