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Tears spilled from my eyes, but I continued staring at the ceiling.
I heard him swear and felt the shift of the mattress.
“Will you look at me, gypsy?” Fingers gently tipped my chin his way. Matt was propped up on an elbow, looking at me searchingly. “Words can’t quantify what I feel for you, but I realized you needed to hear the words.”
I exhaled a ragged breath and tried to look away, still raw from what I was feeling. I didn’t have the emotional capacity to process more. “You don’t have to—”
He held my chin firm and brought his face close to me. “Yes, I do,” he gritted through his teeth. “Don’t accept anything less from me, Grace. I love you. I adore you. I’d die for you. I’d do anything for you, even kill for you. The one thing I can never do is let you go. I’ll try everything to make you love me, but understand that you’re mine forever. No one else can have you. I’d kill him first.” His eyes grew fierce. “You have not seen obsession like mine. If it scares you, it’s too fucking late. You’re fucking mine.”
Before I could react, Matt lowered his head and stilled my words with a devouring kiss. He grabbed my ass to tilt me on my side, then slid down my leg to hook it over his, grinding his leg against my core. He broke the kiss, his face a hairbreadth from mine. “Say it, Grace.”
“What?”
“That you’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“I love you,” I said instead, my eyes doing most of the talking.
He stilled, a harsh breath escaping him as he dropped his forehead to mine. He was breathing heavily, and I felt him shudder against me before I was flat on my back again.
He got on top of me, got between my legs, shoving them apart and up, and he was back inside me.
“God, I fucking love you,” he growled. His eyes turned molten, watching my face ashe moved inside me. He slammed into me again and again, glancing down to where we were joined. Pure male satisfaction was written over his face.
And as he worked his fingers between us, bringing me to another pinnacle of ecstasy, he took me over the edge once more. But this time, he was there to catch me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Matt
Matt stood behind the French windows of their room, watching his wife relax on the balcony, sipping a black currant non-alcoholic spritzer that Ida had sent up with a lobster artichoke dip. It was the afternoon of their last day at the inn. Tomorrow they’d have to face reality and drive to Dallas to pick up the flash drive.
They’d spent the most of their time ensconced in their room, making love, ordering delivery, then more making love. Ida shot him a sly look one morning when he went down to the inn’s dining room to take food back to their room. Why let Grace waste her time dressing when he preferred her naked and splayed out on the bed. Although he did let her up for air and took her to the top Texas barbecue place the night before. That day they were going to a swanky restaurant inspired by the mixed cultures of Houston. The chef boasted New American Creole cuisine emphasizing farm-to-table ideology that was so popular nowadays.
Grace, being pregnant and always hungry, was excited to go.
Matt was happy to make her happy. He watched her undetected for a few seconds longer and the walls of his chest squeezed. Fuck, he was becoming a lovesick fool. Well, as long as no one could see him right now and revoke his man card, he was damned well fine with that.
On second thought, he didn’t give a shit.
All that mattered was his wife and their child growing in her belly. He’d just checked online on what to expect of the baby’s size in comparison to a fruit or vegetable. A pea. His baby was still the size of a pea.Jesus.
When he opened the French doors, Grace glanced sideways and smiled at him. He nearly stumbled as he walked through the balcony entrance. It was this damned inn, the floors were uneven, but so, it seemed, was his breathing. He wasn’t lying when he said he could watch her sleeping for hours. And awake? With those emerald eyes of hers that turned stormy when she was pissed or luminous when she was happy? He could lose himself in them for an eternity. He realized he could wax lyrical about her, but, in all honesty, he could also wax debauched thoughts about her just by staring at her lips—full bottom lip, cupid bow upper lip, a generous mouth meant for sucking his aching cock.
Grace’s brow lifted sardonically. “I think your warm thoughts just took a depraved turn there, husband.” Her smile was smug.
“You know me so well there, wife,” he mocked in return. Reaching where she was sitting, he frowned. “Where are the rest of your clothes?”
Grace looked down at what she was wearing.
“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
“I can see the shadow of your nipples from up here,” Matt growled. He was exaggerating but too much of her tits were showing.
“It’s hard to wear a bra with the cut of this neck line,” Grace explained patiently. The neckline she was talking about was non-existent because it was one of those off-the shoulder dresses.
“That’s not gonna fall, is it?” Matt asked suspiciously.
She rolled her eyes and stood up, doing a twirl around the balcony to prove that her dress was meant to stay up. It was a ruby-red, flowy dress that hit at her mid-thigh.
