Page 114 of What If I See You
Like she’s waiting with bated breath for me to say more so she can hang on my every word. I smooth my thumb over her cheek as she eyes me, her face like an angel, and smile at her in the most adoring way possible.
“Layken, I love you so fucking much I can’t even remember what life was like before you.”
She whimpers at my touch and then I’m lifting her shirt off her body and tossing it to the ground. “I love you so much, I can’t breathe when I think about what my life was like without you in it. I love hanging out with you. I love talking with you and laughing with you and fuck me,” I groan when I lean her back and tease the tight rosy bud of her nipple between my lips, kneading her other breast in my hand. “The sex, Naughty. I don’t think I can say it any clearer. I love playing with you.” I stroke my tongue over her other nipple and she moans louder this time.
“God, yes.”
“Pleasuring you is one of my favorite things.”
I lick her again.
“Tasting you.”
And again.
“Eating you.”
And again.
“Fucking you.”
“Griffin…”
“Shower with me, Lake.” I sneak my fingers into the bottom of her shorts until I reach the warm apex of her thighs and then I drag them across the front of her wet satin thong. “I want to wash you. Touch you. Make you feel good.”
“But Darius…” she starts but I shake my head.
“I promise I’ll be good. I’m good. I’m not as sore today and I won’t do anything too strenuous but fuck, Layken,” I groan as my fingers tug her thong aside and slide through her slick center. “I don’t want to keep my hands off you.” I step back and lock eyes with her. “I love you, Layken, and I want you.” I nuzzle her nose with mine and whisper, “Need you. Please shower with me.”
Without question she nods keeping her eyes locked with mine. “I love you too, Griffin.” She shakes her head. “So, damn much it hurts sometimes. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”
My eyes fall closed as I sigh in relief. I don’t know what I’ve been so nervous about. I had a feeling she felt the same, but I really needed to hear her say the words.
“Thank fucking Christ.”
I help Layken off the countertop and then kiss her sweetly one more time. “I’ll lock up and meet you in there. And I’ll put some towels in the warmer.”
She heads to my bedroom and master bath while I lock the door and turn out the lights throughout the apartment. Then I make a quick pitstop in her bathroom to grab the one item I’ve been thinking about for the last week.
Tonight is the night.
And this is the sight I’ve been craving.
Layken’s standing in my marble shower when I walk in with two towels tossing them into the warmer. The water slips over her slender body, her hair like golden silk hanging down her back. She’s fucking breathtaking. So much so, I don’t join her at first. Instead, I stand outside the glass doors, leaning on the wall not three feet away and watch her under the shower head. Her eyes are closed as she revels in the warmth and relaxing pressure of the water.
Layken Elizabeth Ollenberg.
My wife.
My lover.
My friend.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
How on Earth did I get this lucky?
I never thought there would be a day that I would look at a woman and know without a shadow of a doubt that she’s my forever girl. My person. The one I’m meant to share my life with.
