The Wright Brother(91)

I smirked. “That’s like the third idea.”

His hands slid up my sides. “We should move it up the list.”

Then, he wrapped his arms around my thighs and hoisted me up into the air. I latched on to his neck, holding myself in place. He effortlessly carried me to the sheepskin rug where we had first had sex.

“Help me forget,” he breathed against my neck as he lay me back on the rug.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. If he wanted sex, I was there, but I knew he wouldn’t really forget like this. It would dampen but not change how he felt. I knew that talking was the only thing that would get us there. However, I was all for talking after.

I slipped my shirt over my head and reached for the button on his jeans. Pushing myself into a sitting position, I stripped off his jeans and then ran my hand over the edge of his boxer briefs. He groaned, even before I slipped under the material and took the length of him in my hand. He grew in size at my careful ministrations. Then, I leaned forward, removed his boxers, and licked him from base to head. He definitely was not thinking about anything else now.

I brought him almost to climax with my mouth before he wrestled me to the ground, removed my clothes, and rammed into me. His eyes were full of emotions now. Lust, desire, heat. He wanted me, and I wanted him.

My hand reached up and brushed his cheek. “I love you,” I murmured.

His pacing slowed, and he eased forward onto his elbows, so he could look directly into my face. “I will always love you.”

He kissed me, slow and purposeful, matching our lips to his strokes. I twined my legs around his body, reveling in the sensation. Before I knew it, my whole body convulsed, and I was coming with him deep inside me. He tipped his head back and followed on the heels of my orgasm.

It felt like more than just sex.

More than just fucking.

It was deep and personal.

He had touched my soul.

Devoured my heart.

And brought us both back to life.

Jensen Wright had rewritten my world.

We both lay back on the rug, spent…for now. My breathing was irregular, and my heartbeat was skyrocketing. Yet all I wanted was to start up again. I was insatiable for this man. And it terrified me that we had come so close to stepping away…to saying that this was too much.

Love was hard.

It shook you to your core.

It remade you into a different person.

But that was what made it beautiful. Knowing that no one else in the world could ever make you feel like you did in that moment. Accepting the pain and really experiencing what it meant to be together.

It moved mountains.

It certainly moved me.

“How are you doing?” Jensen asked, kissing my shoulder.

“Never been better.”

“Mmm,” he agreed.

“I think I want to teach,” I told him out of nowhere.

“I bet you’d be amazing at it.”

“My mother, of all people, suggested I do it, and now, I think it sounds like the right choice.”

“Is that what you want then?”

“It was the only thing that really made me happy in grad school. I thought it would get easier. All the research and papers and such, but it was the classroom that made me happy. I just…thought that was normal.”

“Maybe it was telling you something,” he said, twining my dark hair around his finger.

“Maybe it was,” I whispered. “I’ve never really told anyone that. It was anathema to what everyone thought I should be focusing on in grad school. No one talked about loving the teaching side.”

“Well, I think you should stop caring what they think and follow your heart.”

I glanced over at him. Naked and satisfied on a sheepskin rug with nothing but Jensen Wright in my sight.

“I think I have.”

“You are my heart,” he said. He took my hand up to his lips and kissed each individual knuckle. “And I can’t thank you enough for being here right now through all of this. I know that things haven’t been easy. You could have left at anytime. Yet you are here with me through the hardest moment of my life. No matter what happens, Emery, when I walk out on the other side of this…I want you to be with me. I want you to be mine.”

I touched his face and drew his lips to mine. “I am.”





Thirty-Six



Jensen


Emery and I had spent the last four days in my cabin, locked away from the outside world. As stressed as I was about what was to come, Emery was right. I’d needed to get away and to try not to think about anything for a while. I couldn’t do anything to change the situation while we waited for the test results to come back in. All I could do was stress. So, here we had been, just far enough away for me to relax some.

I was still on edge, but Emery wouldn’t let me stay there. At least not for long.