Under an Endless Moon (Moonlit Ridge, #2)

by A.L. Jackson

I curled one hand tighter around him as I let the other wander up to the tattoo, and I brushed my fingers over the statement, hoping he could feel the statement of my own. I love you. I love you. I always had. Probably long before I’d really understood what it meant. An agonized sound rolled through his body, and a second hand dove into my hair, the man lifting me higher by both hands as he surged into my mouth. Guiding me exactly where he wanted me as he muttered, “Moonflower…baby…what have you done to me?” He pushed himself deeper than he’d gone before, a hand at the back of my head drawing me forward. I swallowed around him, taking everything I could. That was all it took, and he shattered. A roar of pleasure ricocheted through his garage as his cock throbbed and pulsed in my mouth. He poured and poured, grunting and groaning as I sucked him clean, making sure that I eked every last drop of pleasure out of him, too. He slowed then stilled, and I carefully eased back to stare up at the man who’d always been everything to me. The one who’d made me feel safe. The one who’d seen me in a different light than anyone had before. The one I’d always been willing to sacrifice for. The one I’d do anything for.