Her words struck my heart like a bolt of lightning and I spun her in my arms and kissed her. The sound of the waves moved around us and she moaned sweetly into my mouth.
Pulling away, I pressed my forehead to hers and closed my eyes to take in the moment.
“I love you, Rosslyn.”
The words exploded from my heart and slipped from my lips. I had no desire to take them back. If anything, I wanted to write them in the sky for the world to see. She needed to know because it was the truth, and as I’d always heard it would, the truth had definitely set me free when it came to her.
Twenty-Six
Rosslyn
“I love you, Rosslyn.”
I looked up at him, his words filling me with so much joy, I was sure my heart would burst. He stared down at me with a straight face, his dark hair shifting in the ocean breeze. His blue eyes popped against the white cottage and fading sunset in the background.
“So I should be thanking you,” he continued, smiling down at me. “I never thought I’d ever feel this way about anyone. For years I’ve been emotionally paralyzed, but you turned my fears against me and made them a thing of beauty.”
I could hardly believe Sebastian Black was saying such pretty words. Reaching up, I captured his face in my palm and ran my thumb across the light stubble on his cheek. “I love you, too.”
His expression changed into one of disbelief, as if someone could never love him. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. It was a kiss filled with promises of the future—a forever.
That night, we made love.
“There will be no fucking tonight,” he whispered, lowering me onto the bed. “I want to do something I’ve never done. I want to make love to you.” He kissed me tenderly, running lights touches down my body.
“Is this Sebastian Black doing soft and romantic?”
Parting my legs, his lips made a path down my stomach. “That’s exactly what I’m doing.”
It was slow and soft, and beautiful.
“I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, plunging deep. Our bodies slowly rocked against one another.
His large shoulders blocked the dim light as he held his frame above me. I pressed the back of my head into the pillow, gasping and lifting my hips. Leaning up, I kissed him slow, his tongue moving against mine before he softly sucked on my bottom lip.
Running my hands down his back, I slipped them under the sheet tangled around us, and dug my nails into his round ass.
“I can’t get enough of you, Rosslyn. I’ll never get enough of you,” he whispered against my lips before placing his forehead to mine and breathing hard.
Afterwards, I fell asleep wrapped in his arms. I’d never felt so high on life, and I was hoping I’d never have to come back down.
“I have tan lines,” I said, peeling off my bathing suit and getting ready to get in the shower.
“Tan lines are sexy.”
I turned to see Sebastian relaxing on the bed, his arms tucked behind his head.
“You think everything is sexy.”
“Everything that has to do with you.”
The past week had been heaven. Lying on the beach, drinking margaritas, and having sex in the Jacuzzi.
Sebastian made me feel like a queen—a worshipped sex goddess he couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was like he’d done a complete one-eighty.
He whispered words of love and affection, showing me how deeply he felt with everything he did. He touched me every chance he got and gave me kisses full of passion constantly. It was perfection, and I was starting to think that my life was finally falling into place.
After my shower, I dressed and Sebastian took me to dinner at a comfortable little restaurant on the beach. We ate seafood and drank too much.
Afterward, I kicked off my sandals and we walked on the beach holding hands. He looked incredible in a pair of rolled up khakis and a loose, white button down shirt. His hair was a wind-blown sexy mess and whenever he smiled, I knew his dimples were the cutest thing I’d ever see.
“Dance with me,” he said, pulling me into his arms and dipping me.
I laughed and let my sandals fall to the ground. “There’s no music.”
“We’ll make our own music.”
He held my hand and my waist, humming softly in my ear. We danced under the stars, the waves in the background keeping up with his melody.
“You’re such a romantic.”
“Am not,” he grinned.
“Then what would you call this?” I asked.
“I call this an excuse to feel your body against mine.”