Page 152 of Broken Blades

The word snapped something inside me. I moved deeper, claiming her with every thrust. Not gentle. Not careful. But with all the possessive need that had been building since the moment she'd walked into this hotel room.

She arched beneath me, gasping my name, and I captured her mouth again. Kissing her like I could brand myself into her soul the way she'd branded herself into mine.

"Say it again," I demanded against her lips.

"I love you," she breathed.

I groaned, movements becoming more desperate. "Again."

"I love you, Wyatt."

The words destroyed me.

I felt her tighten around me, her breath catching in that way I'd learned meant she was close. My hand slid between us, finding the spot that made her gasp, and I worked her there while driving deeper.

"Wyatt—" Her voice broke on my name.

"Let go," I growled against her ear. "Come for me."

She shattered beneath me with a cry that I swallowed with my mouth, her body clenching around mine in waves that pulled me under with her. I followed seconds later, burying myself as deep as I could go, her name torn from my throat like a prayer.

We stayed locked together, both breathing hard, hearts pounding against each other.

I pressed my forehead to hers, still inside her, not ready to let go yet.

"Now what?" she whispered.

I lifted my head to look at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my shoulders. "Are you my boyfriend?"

A laugh rumbled out of me before I could stop it. I shifted my weight onto my forearms, studying her flushed face. "Do I look like a boy?"

Her eyes sparkled with something dangerous. "You certainly don't fuck like one."

I went completely still.

Every muscle in my body locked.

"What did you just say?"

She bit her lip, but there was no hiding the satisfaction in her expression. "You heard me."

"I don't think I've ever heard you say a dirty word, sugar," I said slowly, my voice dropping lower. I kissed her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Her breath hitched. "Do you like it?"

"Like it?" I pulled back to look at her properly. "Sweetheart, hearing those words come out of your pretty mouth might be the hottest thing that's ever happened to me."

She laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. "That's a low bar."

"Says the woman who just drove three hours to find me." I kissed her softly. "In the middle of the night. Still wearing her fancy party dress."

Her expression softened. "I needed to see you."

"Yeah?" I brushed her hair back from her face. "Why?"

"Because everything made sense suddenly, and I couldn't—" She paused, swallowing. "I couldn't breathe until I knew."