The Single Dad (The Dalton Brothers 3)

I cupped her face, studying her eyes and cheeks, her lips that I was still so fucking obsessed with. “Sydney …”

Her teeth ground into her lip, like she was anticipating what I was about to say.

I kissed her, just briefly, a brush of lips and air. “You know how wild I am about you.”

Her arms circled my waist, gripping me. “And I’m so wild about you.”

“But there’s more.”

She nodded. “For me too.”

I lowered, keeping our lips inches apart, and I breathed in her coconut scent. An aroma that was stronger than the ocean. And I felt something that was deeper than anything I’d ever experienced with another woman.

“Fuck …” I pressed our noses together, needing her to feel my words as I said, “I love you.”

And then I kissed her.

Harder this time.

Emptying my chest.

Emotionally surrendering.

“I love you,” she breathed back.