Endless Love Letter (Love Letter Duet Book 2) by Callie Anderson Page A

doctors are hopeful.”
    “I have to be strong for Lyra.” Her voice was mousy. “I want her to see her mother be strong. If she’s not going to remember me, I want her to remember that I tried.”
    I rose from the floor and cradled Emilia's small body before I climbed into bed. She rested her head on my chest, and I pressed my lips into her soft curls as she whimpered.
    “How about right now, at this very minute, you don't try to be strong? You let me worry about being strong. Let me be brave for you.”
    Emilia tucked her head into my chest and let out all of her pain. Her cries pierced my heart like a sharp razor, but I was brave for her. I held her frail body as she cried with fear and trembled in my arms. Closing my eyes, I prayed to God. I asked him to give me the strength to fill her with the bravery she needed. I kissed the top of her head, my lips refusing to pull away. Rocking her slowly, I sang the first song that came to my mind. 
    It was the song I had written for Lyra. The lullaby I'd been working on.
    You are the light in my sky,
    My little star, you burn so bright.
    I will hide away your pain,
    I'll be the sun shining through the rain.
    Being your dad means the world to me,
    You are my little sweet princess, my little sweet pea.
    Seconds, minutes, maybe even an hour passed before her cries soothed. Emilia’s nose was red and her eyes were puffy, but she was still my angel.
    “Thank you,” she whispered in a low voice.
    “I love you. I will always love you, and if I could take this treatment for you, I would.”
    Her lips quivered as my thumb ran across her lower lip. I wanted to kiss her. No, wanted wasn’t a strong enough word. I desperately craved her. I craved her lips. Emilia's eyes closed and a soft breath escaped. Unable to fight the urge, I lowered my mouth to hers and took everything she had to give me.
    “Weston.” My name escaping her lips was a straight shot to my soul. “I love you, too,” she whispered. “I never stopped loving you.” She brought her lips to mine and softly traced her tongue around my lips until I opened my mouth. 
    Our tongues twirled together. I took everything she had to give me. I pulled her close to me, my erection growing harder in my pants with each passing second. Emilia adjusted herself so her legs were wrapped around my waist. With fingers tangled in my hair, she kissed my chin, my neck, and moved to bite the lobe of my ear. 
    Her whimpers and moans were the most beautiful sounds. It was the chorus of our love. Emilia tilted her head to the side, exposing her neck to me. Hungry for a taste, I bit down, her skin soft and sweet against my lips. Lifting us both off the bed, I gently placed her feet on the floor. 
    I was hungry for her. Needy. I wanted to devour every last part of her. I wanted to kiss every inch of her body. But as much as it promised to torture me, I would take my time. I would remind her what it was like between us. She was yellow gel; she was the girl with the fewest number of dents. She was my girl.
    My queen.
    My soul.
    I tugged on the hem of her blouse and lifted it over her head. The waves crashed on the rocks below. The moonlight was high in the sky as my lips grazed down her chin to the hollow of her neck. Gently, I kissed around her port.
    “Weston . . .” she moaned my name again.
    “Shh, baby,” I murmured against her skin. “Let me savor you. Let me take my time.”
    My fingers hooked under her bra straps and I gently slipped it off her shoulders and down her arms. I unclasped her bra and watched it fall to the ground. My gaze focused on her breasts as they greeted me. Her nipples pebbled and my mouth watered with the need to capture them between my lips. Her back arched as I cupped her breasts and brought my tongue over one nipple and then the other. When she was panting, begging for more, I pulled my shirt over my head in one swift motion and tossed it on the ground. Lifting her, I placed her on the bed. Her hands