“I had this brilliant plan that if I did enough things that made you feel, it’d cause your body to spike in adrenaline and your heart to go out of control, that you would remember how much fun being alive is. You’d been living in a dark place and I just knew you were keeping yourself from feeling in order to protect yourself. I understood it, darlin’, darlin', every bit of it, but in order to make you see how much I care, I had to remind you that feeling alive is worth the fight.”

“Oh, God,” I mutter.

“I figured I could have stopped the list when you became mine, but then I remembered how beautiful it is to see you experiencing the beauty of living. So, instead of Feeling Alive, we make a new list, Feeling Together. You pick from there, or we pick together, but we make a list of things to do. Once a month, Molly goes to Mom’s and we live our lives, together, and never stop feeling.”

I look back at the list, smiling when I see ‘sex’ made the list at number ten. My voice coming unstuck and I look back at Lee. He’s studying my reaction and I notice, to my shock, that he seems nervous.

“Sex wasn’t until number ten?” I ask and his shoulders relax and his dimple comes out.

“Well, yes and no. I didn’t tell Dani when she helped me write that list, but that sex was public sex and not just sex, sex. I hadn’t planned it out yet, but I figured that one could move around when we found a bathroom with a sturdy lock on it.”

I laugh, place the list down in my lap and reach out to grab his hand.

“Could we maybe add some things that Molly can do with us?” I ask.

“Yeah, darlin’, I would love that.”

“Then as far as I can tell, we’ve got a good list to keep us busy for a while. But, Lee . . . there is no way in hell you’re going to get my to jump out of a plane or off a bridge. No way.”

He throws his head back and roars with laughter. My hand tightens on his and I watch as his abs flex with his rumbles and when his eyes meet mine again there is nothing but love in them.

“You’re going to enjoy every step of us feeling together, darlin’,” he vows.

“I already do, Liam. I already do.”

“OH, GOD!” I SCREAM WHEN Lee tightens his hold on my hips and pulls my body back forcefully to meet his thrusting hips. When he pulls back just a breath and then slams back inside my body, I clamp down.

“So tight. Fuck, the way you squeeze my cock, darlin’.” His voice is strained and when he pulls back, my pussy clamps tight in response, not wanting him to leave me.

“Please, Lee,” I beg with no idea of what I need except for him to make it happen.

“Fuck,” he growls and his hands leave my hips when he pulls completely from my body, causing me to whine instantly, before I’m flipped and his body is covering mine.

“You’ll get my cock, Megan. Fuck, when you make that noise I swear to Christ I can feel it in my balls. Pulling tight until I have no doubt I could come from you making that sexy as fuck whine from losing my cock.”

Instantly, I mewl and whine, the sound making him close his eyes.

My hips rock against his and I watch as his jaw clenches, making those sexy flexes pop out near his ear. Of course, since I find that ridiculously hot, my hips pick up speed and his cock, already wet with my excitement, slides between my folds. He doesn’t open his eyes, but his hands come and frame my face, his palms holding my head by my ears and his long fingers curling around the top of my head.

“Come inside me, baby,” I beg, wanting him to fill me so badly that I’m panting for it.

His eyes hold mine and he groans when, again, I rock my hips. “I love you, Megan.”

My heart thumps, “I love you, Lee.”

His hips move this time, slowly. “So much, darlin’,” he murmurs and then closes his eyes.

“Yes,” I breathe. “So much.”

He pulls back his hips, but doesn’t move the rest of his body, keeping us connected from hips to head when his lips brush lightly over mine.

“You’ve given me the world,” he says, still whispering.

I nod and then gasp when he moves his hips back in, my legs coming up, and his cock filling me without aide.

“I’ll love you until I take my last breath,” he pants, his hips thrusting in a torturously slow speed. “Forever, Megan.”

“Yes. God, yes, Lee. Forever.”

His eyes never leave mine. His thrusts never speed up. When we both come, together, I watch as one small tear leaks out of his eye and falls onto my face. He doesn’t speak or acknowledge the sign of how deep his love is rooted that still burns an invisible trail down until his tear is lost in my hair. When we both come down from our climb, he doesn’t leave my body, just wraps his arms tighter and pulls us to his side.