Break (The Breathe Series Book 3)
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His voice was hoarse when he said, “Charlotte. I don’t…”
“I’m ready for this, Finn. For us.”
He didn’t hesitate this time, just scooped me into his arms. My lips curved in a smile as he carried me to the couch, setting me against the cushions and levering himself over the top of me.
When his lips lowered, I arched against him and felt his breath against my neck. He kissed the curve of my shoulder, and then around to the other side, and I realized he was kissing my bruises. He lifted my chin to get underneath, and then brushed his lips against my temple and down my cheek.
“You’re an amazing person, you know that, right?” Finn whispered, his lips still tracing the curve of my cheekbone.
“So are you.”
He reached to unzip my jeans and slide them down my legs, his hands still as light as a feather.
“Finn,” I said, my voice pleading.
“Let me do this my way, Charlotte. Please. Gently.”
I couldn’t argue. I could only answer with a sigh, because his mouth was tracing my calf and then my thigh. And then I lost myself completely as he covered every inch of my body with kisses before covering me with himself and making love to me, slowly and gently.
When his arms came around me tight, I joined him, releasing everything. Our hearts beat together in a quick rhythm, slowing after several moments, and Finn rested his forehead against mine.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I smiled. “Better than okay. I needed that.”
He laughed. “Me too.”
“I want kids,” I blurted.
His eyes snapped to mine. “What?”
“Kids. I want kids. With you. I want it all. A house, kids, you. Forever.”
He kissed the corner of my mouth. “We have time to figure it all out.”
“No, Finn. I want you to marry me.”
He looked down, brushing a lock of hair from my cheek. “I thought we already figured that out.”
“I mean soon. Next week or the week after. Marry me then.”
“Charlotte.”
“Stop saying my name like that. I’m in love with you, Finnigan Moore, and it’s time we started our life together.”
He blinked. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. I want to make you mine.”
He smiled. “I’m already yours.”
“Yes, you are. And I’m yours. But I want it to be forever.”
With his lips brushing mine, he nodded. “Forever.”