Harley panted into my mouth, and I broke the kiss to stare at her desire-filled face. Could I ever get enough of this? I doubted. Nothing would ever be enough—not waking up to her in my arms, seeing her sleeping face, her hair scattered around the pillow, not taking baths with her, talking, laughing with her, or even having her threaten my life at every god-given second.
The thought made me chuckle under my breath.
It could never be enough. Because this was Harley, the woman I love—the only woman I adore. Not even a hundred years with her will ever be enough because Harley—I will always need her, want her by my side, to hug to sleep, to kiss, and wake up with. To make breakfast for, because I did really want to see what her face would be like. I doubted she knew I could.
"You're all mine. Do you know that?"
Harley gazed at me before her lip slowly morphed into a grin. "What? Will you shoot any man that comes close to me in the foot?"
