揥hat does棓 I started but he slid back into me and the way his cock pushed against my inner walls, it turned the dial up to maximum. My vision blurred. 揌oly shit.?
His dark laugh went straight to my core. My face twisted into an expression of holyshitwhattthefuckohmygodyesyesyesmorelikethisfuckyes.
揂re we going to come tonight, Hannah??Wyatt breathed and I gasped as he kept hitting that spot.
His fingers returned to my clit and he didn抰 bother teasing me, just moved his fingers fast and hard over the bundle of nerves. Everything inside me tightened, shimmered, and boiled. He hit an angle inside me that made me mindless.
揟hat抯 right,?he managed. 揑抦 going to come inside you and it抯 going to feel so. Fucking. Incredible.?He thrust hard with each word and my orgasm barreled through me. I moaned, my hips shook, and he fucked me harder.
揟hat抯 my girl, come hard on my cock like I know you can.?
I couldn抰 speak. Hot electricity shot up and down my spine and Wyatt grabbed my hand like I needed, as I squeezed him so hard I thought my walls might shove him out.
揇on抰 stop,?I gasped, barely managing the words.
揑 won抰，？he gritted out, and increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
揌arder.?
He obliged, pounding me into the mattress. My orgasm was still rolling through my blood, paralyzing me, holding me suspended in space, still making me forget to breathe. Still flooding me with this overwhelming pleasure as Wyatt buried himself deep into me.
揟hatta girl, baby. Oh my god.?Both hands came to my waist and he gripped me, shuttling into me.
揢se me to come,?I gasped, and his gaze flared.
揑抦 going to come deep in your pussy and there抣l be no question who you belong to.?His fingers dug into my skin and the pain was delicious as his hips hammered a fast rhythm against me. 揗ake me come, Hannah,?he gritted out.
He choked out a strangled noise, the muscles on his arms corded and his neck tight. He frowned down at me with parted lips, shuddering. He slowed and his agonized expression eased. He leaned over me and collapsed, pinning me down, breathing hard against my neck, chest heaving against mine.
I wanted to say it. I wanted to tell him that I loved him. Bravery, I reminded myself, but something put a hand up and held me back. I didn抰 want anything to spoil this moment where Wyatt and I were so connected. I was his, not just because he said it over and over again but because he made me feel like no one else.
There was too much at stake, and I couldn抰 risk it.
When he slid out of me, I made an unhappy noise. His hair was messy and eyes heavy like he was drugged. He pressed a kiss to my mouth.
揃e right back. Don抰 move.?
揑 can抰。？
He chuckled as he trudged to the bathroom, returning with a warm, wet towel, brushing it over me in a move that would have made me embarrassed if he wasn抰 giving me such an affectionate look. When he returned to bed, he pulled me against him and I hummed at the feel of his bare skin against mine.
He blew a breath out. 揌oly shit, bookworm. It抯 never been like that.?
My heart lifted.
This is for making me fall head over fucking heels for you. His words played in my mind.
Head over heels. That meant love, right? I抎 heard once that people sometimes said 慖 love you?during sex when they didn抰 mean it, but because sex was intense and it slipped out.
There抣l be no question who you belong to.
I swallowed and let Wyatt pull me further into his chest, resting my head against his skin and closing my eyes.
It was too late. It had snuck up on me so quietly and slowly that I didn抰 realize I had fallen hard for him. There was no pretending anymore, no convincing myself otherwise or distracting myself.
I was in love with Wyatt Rhodes.
27
Wyatt
Sunlight streamed in and I brushed my mouth over her nose and cheeks while she slept. Her mouth curved into a soft smile but she didn抰 wake up. I shifted onto my elbow, careful not to wake her, so I could get a better look at her.
It was a week after we had slept together for the first time, and we had spent most of it either in this bed or out on the water. She had wanted to skip our morning surf lessons so I could practice but I insisted on going out on the water with her every morning, even just for an hour. I spent the rest of the day surfing, checking in at the surf shop, or hanging out at her bookshop, lounging on a comfy blue chair while she helped customers, packed up orders, or talked with Liya. In the evenings, we cuddled on the couch or in bed while she showed me those foreign music videos like the one I was in before I tossed her phone aside and pulled her to me.
Her birthday was in a few days. I had ordered a cake at the bakery梡ink champagne, as per my mom抯 recommendation. I had purchased something cheeky online that I was certain she didn抰 own, but something was missing. I needed to find a gift that showed her she was loved.