"I love you," he whispered against my lips as he thrust deep. "I love you so much, Rosie."
"I love you too," I whispered back. Yes, because I love this man. I love Jude; he made me feel wanted and loved. I love him with every fiber of my being; I couldn't deny it anymore. And I needed him like a breath of air.
I pulled him closer, needing more connection between us as he kissed my face softly; soft moans escaped my parted lips, and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. He wasn't just f*****g me; he was making love to me so sweetly, sensually, slowly, and intimately that it felt like my heart might burst from the tenderness of it.
I pulled his head down close to my chest, needing him closer, impossibly closer, and he rested his forehead between my breasts while continuing those slow, deep th
