Say You Want Me(88)

“I move in here. No more being apart.”

Angie’s eyes brighten. “I missed you.” Her hands glide up my arms and hook around my neck. “I missed this.” Her lips press against mine, and she moves back before I can keep her there.

Since she took her mouth away from me, I brush my thumb across her lips, watching as her eyes close and a shiver travels through her body. “Are you sure? Because I can’t lose you again.”

“I’m sure. I tried to imagine it.”

“Imagine what?”

“Watching you walk away again. I tried to picture my life without you. These last three weeks were horrific.” Angie’s voice trembles. “I couldn’t do it again. I can’t leave you. Not when I feel like this. Not when it hurts. Everything inside me hurt.”

“You love me.” I say the words as a statement.

“Do you love me, Wyatt? Do you really love me? Do you love me enough to never hurt me like that again? I need to know you’ll be here for me.”

She’s so strong most of the time, but she lets me see her insecurities. Angie plays the tough girl, but I get the real her. I know her family crap and how she worries that she’s not worth it. Her mother and brothers have done a real number on her, and I want to take that pain away and show her that she’s worth everything I have.

I would never forsake that.

“I truly, honestly, and deeply love you.” The words are straight from my heart. “I want to make you happy and prove that I’m the man you fell in love with.”

The problem was I thought that guy died in that car wreck, too. She knew the real me was in there, hell, everyone but me did. I was so wrapped up in my own head, I couldn’t see straight. I couldn’t sleep because every time I closed my eyes, I saw her go unconscious. I couldn’t go to the fishing hole because I had to walk past my baby. The one that I held. That I loved. That I lost.

It took my losing her and some very, very angry words from Presley to make me see that the only thing that was my fault was letting her walk away.

“You said once that you were going to make it hard for me to resist you.” Her fingers massage the back of my head. “I just didn’t know you were going to make it impossible.”

I’m done talking. Now, I want to show her how much I love her.

I squat and lift her into my arms. She squeaks and holds on. “I always keep my promises, baby.”

With her legs wrapped around me, I move to the bed. “It’s why I love you, Wyatt Hennington.”

“Yeah?” I smile as I lay her down.

“You made me love you because you’re honest and loving. You give love so freely that it’s infectious. I didn’t want to love you. I wanted to go to Bell Buckle, bide my time, come back to Philly.” She touches my cheek. “It turns out I didn’t want that at all. I only wanted you.”

She’ll have all of that and more. I’ll give her the world if she wants it. I’ll buy her a damn Starbucks and run it myself if that’s what it takes to make her come back with me.

I don’t let her say anything else before my mouth is on hers, and I kiss her breathless. I’m a happy man right now. I have her in my arms, and she’s where she belongs—with me.

Angie opens her mouth and lets me in. Every time I get a taste of her sweetness, I fall harder. Everything about her makes me crazy—sometimes in a bad way. She’s not fake like some of the girls I’ve been around. She doesn’t go crazy trying to impress me or make me want her. I don’t have to question if what she’s sayin’ is what she means.

Angie is all mine.

My mouth moves down her neck, kissing every inch I travel. Thankfully, she’s wearing one of these night dress things. It makes for very easy access. My hands roam the front of her body. She lifts her chest as I inch closer to her breasts. “You want me to touch you, baby?” I ask against her ear.

“Yes,” she moans.

I love a woman who can ask for what she wants and demand what she needs. It’s fucking hot.

“Tell me.”

Her eyes go from soft to hard. There’s my girl. “Touch me,” Angie demands. “Make me remember.”

I yank the strap down and my hand cups her breast, pulling it to my mouth. I know how much she loves this. Her fingers clutch the back of my head as I suck and bite down.

Her moans spur me further. I love the sounds she makes. I love knowing exactly what she likes. Men want a woman to be free in the bedroom. What we do here is ours, and Angie doesn’t hold back.

“I want you,” she begs. “I need you to touch me.”

“I plan to, baby. I plan on lovin’ you all night long.”