She let out a soft laugh. “You’re insatiable,” she said, turning the word I’d used for her against me.
“When it comes to you?” I kissed her jaw. “Always.”
Bridget’s eyes turned liquid beneath the moonlight, and her hold on me tightened. “I love you.”
Another breath rushed out of me.
“I love you too,” I said, my voice gruff with long-buried emotion.
I kissed her again.
Her mouth against mine, her limbs wrapped around my body, our breaths and heartbeats mingling until they were one…I’d lived in hell my whole life, and it wasn’t until now I glimpsed what heaven felt like.
But as our kiss deepened and I sank into her once again, I realized I was wrong.
Bridget felt better than heaven. She felt like home.