揊or what??I looped my arms around his waist.
He tilted his head out at the store. 揊or everything. Look at you go, bookworm, riding the wave. Shooting forward.?
His head dropped and he pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. I melted into him.
揕et抯 go home,?he whispered, and I nodded against his mouth.
24
Wyatt
I woke up a few mornings later with a smile on my face, Hannah in my arms, and the sun streaming into the bedroom.
And I thought surfing was heaven.
She was still sleeping, curled up against me, her chest rising and falling softly, and I studied her face, replaying the past few nights with her under me in bed, writhing and gasping.
I had always enjoyed making women come. Seeing a woman抯 pleasure turned me on, but with Hannah, it was more.
It was ecstasy. It was all I thought about. I was showing her a new side of sex she hadn抰 experienced before, and when she grabbed my hand and squeezed it as she came, she showed me a new side, too. I craved seeing her lose her mind and enjoy herself. I wanted to leave my imprint on her, on both her body and her mind.
I wanted to leave a lasting impression.
My throat tightened. For who? I didn抰 want anyone else to touch her ever again. But I didn抰 know what to do with that thought.
Hannah. Husband. Hannah. Pregnant. The nurse抯 words had been playing in my head on a loop since we left the ER all those days ago. They played as she napped on the couch yesterday. They played as we sat around the dinner table with my family, everyone laughing and talking with her and welcoming her with open arms. And they played last night as I fell into the deepest sleep.
With Hannah, those words didn抰 sound like they used to. Before her, they didn抰 apply to me. They were for someone else. But when I watched her sleep beside me, my heart ached for those words. Hannah living here. Moving all her books in, them taking up space everywhere in organized piles and filling up bookcases. The thought made me smile.
Deep in my chest, something cold and sharp poked me. My summer with my aunts flashed into my head. This thing with Hannah wouldn抰 last. She抎 bring her light, happiness, and radiance into my home and then she抎 leave, it would be over, and I抎 be left with a hole in my life. Like my Aunt Bea. Like Hannah抯 dad.
I swallowed. I wasn抰 going to worry about it now.
I slid out of bed, careful not to wake her, and padded to the kitchen, stretching and opening the fridge.
Twenty minutes later, she wandered in with a cute, sleepy expression on her face and rumpled hair. I grinned at her from my place in front of the stove and she stepped up behind me and slipped her arms around me.
Yeah, she wasn抰 leaving. Not when I could have her like this, all comfortable and sleepy and sweet.
揥hat are you doing??Her mouth brushed the bare skin of my shoulder.
揗aking breakfast. You want a coffee??
She nodded and I reached for a mug.
揑 can get it.?She shot me a smile and poured herself a cup before taking a seat at the kitchen island. 揕et抯 go surfing today.?
Hesitation twisted in me and I made a face. My gaze snagged on her forehead. I frowned at it.
揥yatt.?She rolled her eyes.
I crossed my arms over my chest and wandered over to the living room. Out the window, the water sparkled in the early morning light.
She stepped up beside me. 揥e don抰 have to do the big waves today. We can take it easy. I want to get out there with you.?Her eyes pleaded and her pretty mouth curled into a smile. 揑t抯 the perfect way to start the day.?
I sighed. 揑 can抰 say no to you.?I pulled her into my chest and we watched the water for a moment before heading back to the kitchen.
After we had eaten, we changed into our swimsuits but got distracted. We fell back into bed, reaching for each other and getting each other naked again. I couldn抰 get enough of touching her. Her smooth skin, her soft curves, the way her breath hitched when I touched her nipples or squeezed her ass or scored her neck with my teeth, it drove me insane. It was everything I wanted and yet never enough. I could never have enough of her.
We hadn抰 gone all the way yet. I wanted more than anything to sink my aching cock into her warm, wet core while she squeezed me the way she had squeezed my fingers each time she came, but something held me back.
She wasn抰 ready.
Maybe I wasn抰 ready.
Which made no sense. Sex wasn抰 a big deal to me.
I guess with her, it was. It wasn抰 just me in this. It was her too, and I wanted to make sure she didn抰 do anything just because I wanted her to. She had to want it for herself. She had to ask for it.
We finally made it out onto the water, paddling straight to the cove we hung out in after surf lessons.