My second

Lilly

My heart thundered wildly under my ribcage. I almost slipped. I almost told him I’d fallen in love with him. Too late though. I was so deep in, I didn’t want to get out. I loved him, and I knew when this was all over, I’d be left shattered into a million pieces. I’d miss him for the remainder of my days.

Like the desert missed the rain.

His hands came to my hips, lowered me onto my feet, his big hands steadying me.

His gaze traveled over every inch of me, and it felt just as good as his hands on me. The look in his eyes heated my skin, sending tingling sensations down to my toes. I'd willingly stand naked in Alaska in the dead of winter, as long as he looked at me like that.

With reverence. With possession. With something raw and feral.

It was all I needed to survive the cold. And the loneliness I felt over the last fifteen years washed away. His gaze, a gentle caress on my heated skin, roamed over my body slowly, pausing on my thighs, then continued up my body, over my breasts