“I’m not going anywhere.”
Wes lifted up and shoved himself back until his upper body rested against headboard. His dick went impossibly deep and I gasped, dropping my head back, the length of my hair falling down, tickling the edges of my ass and his thighs. With one of his hands he held me tight at the waist, with the other he started low at my spine and then trailed up, caressing my lower back between my shoulder blades until he tunneled his fingers into my hair and gripped a handful…hard. He forced my head up until we were eye-to-eye.
The vise-like grip he had on my hair and the prickling heat at the roots caused the pain to quickly morph into pleasure. I moaned, my mouth hovering over his.
“This, sweetheart. What we have. You and me. It’s what kept me alive. I owe you my life.” Tears filled his eyes while he stared at me as if he could see straight through to my very soul.
I shook my head and licked my lips, touching his in the process. I gasped as twin tears ran down the sides of his face. “No, Wes. I live for you. You make me believe that I deserve more. And baby, you’re my more…and it’s everything.”
We held one another’s faces as our lips crashed together, taking, giving, loving. What I had thought was love before was absolutely nothing compared to this. I knew I’d never love another with my entire being the way I did Weston Channing the third.
He pulled back, traced my face with kisses, his length still piercing me. It was as if he was content just being inside me, sharing one body.
“I’m going to marry you soon.” His breath was hot against my ear, but the words were blistering hot, working that heat from the very heart of me and out. I clamped down around him and he groaned.
“Was that a proposal?” I moved my hips, reminding him where we were connected. The pleasure of having him there, hard and purposeful, was its own aphrodisiac. I sighed, rose onto my knees, slid a few inches out, and then lowered myself, rekindling that fire.
He sighed and toyed with my nipples again before leaning forward and taking one into his warm mouth. I held his head to my breast, relishing having him there once more. My nipples ached with anticipation. Wes sucked the tip hard, retreating back and letting it fall out of his mouth. His saliva glistened at the peak in the morning light. A sexy display mimicking what was happening down below.
“I’m not proposing, because you haven’t the option to say no,” he said before swirling his tongue around the neglected breast.
“Is that right?” I sighed and circled my hips, attempting more friction.
He growled around my breast. “I own this body.” He sucked hard at the tip, sending jolts of pleasure spiraling down, making me impossibly wet. His lips trailed up to the skin where my heart beat rapidly beneath. “I own this heart.” He licked and kissed at the skin, and his hands intertwined at the nape of my neck. His lips hovered over mine. “We own this love.” He sealed his statement with a deep, mind-numbing, toe-curling kiss.
Weston was right. We did own this love, and for the next hour, he showed me exactly what our love looked like, and I lost my mind again and again.
* * *
I watched Wes sleep and take each breath after we’d made love. I’d never thought the simple act of watching the man I loved sleep, breathe, and just be would give me such peace, but it did. He’d surprised the hell out of me when I woke with him curled behind my back. Still, as I ran my fingers through his hair, it was hard to believe he was safe, sound, and home. Worse for the wear, but alive and sleeping next to me.
Out of nowhere, the bedroom door opened and Judi walked in. Her gaze clocked me, and then Wes. Her load of clean linens shook in her hands as she gasped. I smiled. Judi’s face lit up, cheeks pinking prettily. Promptly, she set down the load of towels and sheets by the dresser, turned, and left the room.
Slowly, I eased out of the bed, pulled on the white T-shirt Wes had worn, and let his scent surround me. I tiptoed out of the room and into the kitchen where Judi was pulling down food boxes from the cupboard. Her hand shook as she settled the pancake mix on the counter.
“Judi?” I came around the counter, and she stopped, her shoulders dropping low. On a burst, she turned around and embraced me in a bone-crushing hug.
“My Sonny is home. Thank the Lord in heaven above.” Her tears mixed with her laughter while I held her. “Now we can be a family.”
There it was again. That single word that had begun to mean more to me than anything else.
“If Wes has his way, that might happen sooner rather than later.”
She stepped back, her hands holding me at the biceps. Her brow furrowed, and she tilted her head. “How so? Did he ask you…?” A delicate hand moved to her mouth as her eyes widened. “That little devil.” Her tone was one of awe and excitement.
“He didn’t ask me to marry him.”