Falling into You (Falling Stars 3)

“She wasn’t about to miss out on a bit of the fun,” I murmured quietly.

“No chance of that,” Violet whispered, her sweet voice wrapping me in tendrils and ribbons.

Woman a straight shot of lust to my veins.

I glanced her way before I looked back at the child. “She’s incredible, Violet. Incredible because she has the most incredible mother.”

That fact lodged itself in my throat.

Heavy and dense.

Pushing out.

Knew I had to tell her.

Just fucking tell her.

The confession burned on my tongue, but I had no idea how the hell I would be able to let it out.

Her head shook, thunderbolt eyes striking in the darkness, her subdued laughter full of self-conscious adoration. “Half the time I don’t know what to do with her.”

“Pretty clear to me you know exactly what to do. She’s courageous, Violet. Feisty and sweet. Speaks her mind but also wants the joy for everyone around her. She’s a giver. She’s a fighter.”

“You mean she’s a handful.”

A light chuckle rumbled free. “That, too.”

Nerves had her chewing at her bottom lip, and her gaze caressed over the sleeping child. “I’m trying. Trying to do right by her. The only thing I want is for her to grow strong. To feel love. To know she’s secure.”

Her confession trembled on the last.

I pushed to my feet.

Violet stood across the room.

Black hair twisted in these flowy knots and curls.

Her silky skin glowing beneath that plush, rose dress, the plunging neckline teasing me with the delicious swell of her tits. But it was that ridiculously high slit that had nearly undone me.

My fairy girl was nothin’ but a miracle.

Magic.

My moonflower.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” I murmured.

The ring I’d put back in its rightful place glinted and shined in the spray of moonlight that slanted through the window.

Streaks of it lighting up her face.

“So fuckin’ sexy.”

I moved across the room with measured steps. Energy lit. A shockwave of electricity.

It was like the flick of a switch.

A shockwave that blinded.

Violets and grace and the girl.

Violet sucked in a staggered breath as I stalked her way, and I edged her out the door and into the hall.

Her back thudded against the opposite wall.

I took my fingertip and trailed it from her jaw, down her trembling throat, and let it trace down that lust-inducing line that dipped deep between her breasts.

“Do you get it yet, Violet? What you mean to me? That you’re everything? That everything I’ve done is because of my love for you?”

Her chin lifted. Those eyes on me. Letting me in. All the way down into their vast, staggering depths. “I trust you.”

A groan rumbled in my chest.

Wasn’t sure if it was because she shouldn’t, or because I was thankful that she did.

That confession burned on my tongue again.

Rancid, venomous fire.

I swallowed it down and let it fuel the flames.

Let it stoke the need.

I trailed the pad of my thumb across her sexpot mouth.

Girl a motherfucking fantasy.

Impossible where she stood with her back hooked to the wall.

A moan climbed her throat. I kept caressing my thumb along that lush bottom lip, gazing down at the girl who owned my world.

Possessed me with a glance.

Her heart beating this manic rhythm, mine picking up time.

I took her left hand and brought her ring finger to my mouth, pressed the glittering stone to my lips. “I love you, Violet Ramsey.”

“I love you, Richard. I love you with all my soul.”

I swooped her up. She squealed in surprise, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and melted into me.

I carried her into her room. The whole time, I kissed her slow and desperate.

I wondered if she could feel the apology.

The truth that I’d take it all back if there was a chance that I could. The truth that it didn’t matter what happened when I told her, I would fight for her.

She whimpered and sighed, that honeyed tongue playing and dancing and teasing against mine.

Strokes and licks.

Desire lapped and sizzled and flamed.

Growing in strength.

I only stopped long enough to shut her door and click the lock before I set her in the middle of her room. “Let me look at you.”

“I think you’ve been lookin’ at me all night,” she teased.

A rough chuckle curled up my chest. “Not possible to pay attention to anything else when I’ve got heaven staring back at me.”

Heat crept up her chest and splashed her cheeks.

Girl so fucking sexy and so fucking sweet.

“You wreck me, Violet. Absolutely destroy me.”

“You ruined me the first time you touched me.”

“Hope you’re good with me touchin’ you time and time again.” It came out a warning.

She breezed out the wisp of a sigh. “I’m just fine with you ripping me apart while you’re keeping me together.”

There she was.

My wife who wasn’t shy to ask for what she wanted.

To give it just as good as she took it.

Lust burst in my blood. A dam breaking way and sweeping away all control.