Genre: Romantic Suspense
“I came because I…”
She stands with me, refusing to back down. “Because you what?”
“Because I’m in love with you. Before you left, I knew I was, but I was too scared to tell you. I knew I had a lot to work on before I could ever be the man you deserved…before I could be worthy of your love.”
She takes a step forward so she’s almost touching me. Tears shimmer in her startling green eyes. “You don’t get to decide who I give my love to. You already have it. That’s one reason I left. I couldn’t let myself fall any harder for you because you said you didn’t want a real relationship…that you weren’t capable of one. I left to save us both the heartache based on what I thought you needed, not because you’re unworthy of my love. But being away from you has only made me realize I wasn’t falling for you, I did…completely. But how can you expect me to believe because I left, you had epiphany and now you’re magically ready to love?” Her chest heaves with emotion as the tears start dropping.
“You told me you were messed up, but you wouldn’t tell me why and now suddenly I’m worth fighting for?” she points at her chest and then adds, “Suddenly, your issues with love have disappeared?”
I can’t take it a second longer. My chest has been heaving right along with hers because she has valid points and they’re gutting me but she’s wrong. When she left, I realized I would risk any amount of heartache to love her…to be able to call her mine.
I close the few inches separating us and my lips crash over hers as I take her face in my hands. I almost feel my heart breaking and being put back together at once. My heart is breaking from the shell of old pain I’m finally shedding only to be healed by the strength and love of this woman in my arms. She broke my heart out of its chains.
My tongue licks her lips, and she parts them for me as I find her tongue and caress it with mine. After a few minutes, we break the kiss to catch our breath and she gazes at me with hope and fear battling for dominance…hope that I’m telling the truth and fear that I’ll break her anyway.
Her lips are swollen from my kiss, and I go back for more. This time she winds her arms around my neck and into my hair, knocking off my hat. I slide my hands down to her legs and lift her up so she can wrap them around my waist.
She breaks the kiss again, holding my face in both hands as she searches the depths of my soul and says, “Show me, Tate. Show me you love me.”