“I love you,” I whispered. His smiling eyes locked with mine as his hips kept thrusting. “I love you too.” Beau’s strokes sped up and my empty bedroom filled with the sound of our bodies colliding. One of his hands left my hair and came down to my breast, rolling a nipple and sending a whole new wave of heat to my core. “Yes,” I moaned. “Say that again,” he whispered in my ear as his cock kept stroking and his hand kept working my nipple.
