“Those are mine too,” he says, gesturing to the tears streaming down my face. He tosses the toy aside. “Goddamn, Jordan,” he growls. Bracing himself over me, he drops to his elbows. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world. And that’s not even the best thing about you.” His lips brush mine, our kiss is tender and sweet. One hand cups the side of my breast, and he sweeps his thumb across the underside, mindful of my new piercings.
