Say You Want Me(53)

“Yes,” I moan.

He does it again, and I damn near buck off the bed. Wyatt gets into a rhythm in no time. I twist and turn as the pleasure climbs. My heels press into his back, whether to pull him closer or tell him to slow down, I don’t know. I can’t take much more, but I don’t want him to stop. With each sound I make, he rewards me with a flick of his tongue against my clit.

I climb and climb.

My fingers twist in his hair as I cry out.

I scream his name and thank God we broke that rule.

He crawls on top of me as I try to catch my breath. “One down, many more to go.”

Oh. Fucking. Yes.

He takes my now very sensitive breast in his mouth but keeps the rest of his body away from me. “Wyatt.” I beg. “Please.”

I need him inside me. Tonight has been so much. Some moments that I will never forget. The fact that he brought me here, took care of me, and said so many perfect things. My own truth lies before us as well. I’m not a mushy person. I’ve never had these deep emotions with men, but with him, it’s all real.

The bindings around my soul are free, and it’s invigorating. I’ve never believed there was freedom in loving someone. I always thought it was like being held captive. I was so wrong. Falling in love with Wyatt is beautiful. It’s also scary . . . terrifying even. I’ve never realized how all-consuming it would feel. He’s the only person in this world I’ve ever felt these feelings for. My heart, my body, and my love will be his. I know that once I tell him what’s in my heart, there will be no going back.

He’ll bind me to him.

I’ll let him.

“Are you sure?” He gives me an out.

“I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me.”

He looks at me with a cocky grin. “I’m very much inside you.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Well, then get more inside.”

“I haven’t touched another girl since you left,” he says with honesty ringing in his voice. “I’m clean. You’re already carryin’ my baby.”

“I’d say we’re good on the no protection.”

Relief flashes through his face as he lines up. “I’ve had to endure weeks of your body curled around mine each night. Your sounds as you sleep have been driving me mad, and baby, I’m going to take my time tonight.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He fills me inch by glorious inch without taking his eyes away. He stretches me, allowing me to feel him as he becomes fully seated. My lids flutter shut as the feeling becomes overwhelming. I’m here with Wyatt. Pregnant with his kid. And we’re making love.

When I open my eyes again, they’re filled with tears.

I try to hold them back, but my emotions spin out of control.

We rock together as I struggle to keep myself in check.

Wyatt doesn’t miss a thing. “Don’t hold back.”

“I just feel so much.”

“Let it go,” he requests.

And I do. I close my eyes and let the tears leak out. I feel him kiss the moisture away.

Our lips find each other’s, and I lose myself there.

“This is how we should’ve been the first time,” Wyatt says as he pushes deeper.

I touch his face. “I think this is exactly how it should’ve happened.”

Wyatt continues to rock languidly. “You feel so damn good.”

“Show me,” I plead.

And he does. He picks up the pace a little more, and my fingers dig into his back. I start to climb again, but there’s no way I can handle another orgasm. Yet, it’s building. He watches my face, and my cries start to become louder.

“Wyatt—” I hold on tighter. “I can’t.”

“You can.”

No. My head shakes back and forth as my hips rise to meet his. There’s no way I can handle this, but every inch of me is burning hotter and hotter for release. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

He dips his hand between us and pushes against my clit, sending me soaring over the edge. My back arches and it’s as if every nerve inside me detonates. He anchors me to this earth.

Wyatt follows me over the edge, calling out my name before we collapse on the bed. I lie against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand rests in my hair, and I close my eyes. I feel safe, sated, and damn glad I threw out that rule book.

We make love off and on all night long. In between, he holds me or we drift off. The sun starts to peek through the windows before we finally sleep.

I could spend every day of my life like this.

This is heaven. This is where I want to be.

I just need to find the courage to do it.





WE SPEND THE DAY AT his family’s vacation farm. I can’t get over the picturesque views, each time I turn around, I want to snap a photo. I have to admit, if only to myself, that it’s hard not to fall in love with this place.