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  And while her nipples enjoyed the attention of my feasting eyes, I couldn’t help but notice how fragile she seemed. And it reminded me that I needed to be gentle if I wanted to earn her trust. Because although I hadn’t yet figured her out, I knew that she was softer than she let on.

  “Come on,” I said, grabbing her hand and leading her to the head of the bed where I pulled the covers down. “I don’t want you to get cold.”

  She smiled and crawled into bed.

  My eyes watched the small muscles in her back move before traveling down to her waist and coming to rest on her perfect porcelain ass.

  When she turned on her side to face me, I pulled the covers up over her.

  She smiled, her eyes dropping for a split second to the top of my jeans.

  I put my hands on my belt and undid the buckle. “This is the part where you make your panties disappear,” I said, unbuttoning my top button and pulling my zipper down.

  She pulled her hands under the covers and rolled onto her back, squirming just enough that I knew she was doing what I asked.

  When I pulled my boxers down with my jeans, her eyes grew wide at the sight of my swollen dick where it stood thick against my belly.

  She bit her bottom lip and pulled her hand from under the covers, lifting her black panties in the air with one finger.

  I smiled. “Are you surrendering?”

  She nodded and flung them behind her so they disappeared over the other side of the bed.

  I slid under the covers. They were soft and cool against my skin, and I couldn’t help but look forward to generating some heat underneath them.

  As soon as I laid down, I propped my head up on one hand, reached the other around her lower back, and pulled her close to me.

  When my dick was pressed against her stomach, I let my hand drop to her ass and squeezed it just a little too hard.

  She looked up at me with a soft expression from where her head lay on the next pillow, her hair framing her face.

  I rolled on top of her, moving down so my face was above hers and my anxious cock was pressed against the bed between her legs. “You know it’s almost enough to admire you,” I said, putting just enough weight on her that her nipples grazed my skin.

  “Almost?”

  I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her, letting her sweet tongue tease mine, and when I felt her hands on the sides of my chest, my whole body felt warm.

  And I knew in that moment that I couldn’t wait to make her come, make her shudder, make her mine.

  Chapter 18: Addison

  I couldn’t believe it.

  I’d spent my whole life trying to avoid being pinned down with no escape plan and here I was enjoying every second of it. I swear I didn’t know if I was losing my way or finding it.

  All I knew was that I wanted to be what Wyatt wanted, and if the look on his face was any indication, I was excelling in my quest.

  And every time he kissed me, my mind went blank. But in a good way, a healing way, a way I was sure I could never get enough of.

  He dropped his lips to my neck and reached a hand between my legs.

  I felt so hot down there I was worried that his fingerprints would melt when he touched me.

  But he was fine.

  Instead, I was the one that melted, and as his fingers circled my clit, I pressed my head back down against the pillow and gave into the waves of heat he was churning inside me.

  When he let the tips of his fingers touch my opening, he groaned at how wet I was, and the vibrations from his throat traveled first through his lips and then my whole body.

  Then he slid his fingers inside me, and my back arched until my tits were pressed against his firm chest.

  But he kept his lips on my neck before moving them down to my collarbone as he worked his fingers deeper, probing my hot center until I soaked his hand.

  It wasn’t until he slid his fingers from me that I realized I hadn’t been breathing and gasped, my lungs filling so quickly with oxygen it was as if I’d been drowning in the pleasure he was inflicting on me.

  And it was only the beginning.

  He slid down and took one of my nipples into his mouth, circling it with his tongue as he made my other breast disappear under his hand.

  The sensation of knowing my body had his full attention was incredible, and I relished the power he had over me, the power he had to make me feel so sexy and feminine. And I swear if I could’ve had a coherent thought in that moment, I might have wondered why the hell I always suppressed that side of me?

  What was I so afraid of?

  Getting hurt? Being betrayed? Falling for someone who couldn’t return my feelings?

  So what? Didn’t those things happen to everyone at some point? No matter how careful they were?

  And wasn’t this moment worth it? Wasn’t the feeling of carnal pleasure coursing through my body worth the risk of putting myself out there, of giving myself to him?

  Of course, it wasn’t entirely accurate to say I was giving myself to him. Sure, I was a consenting adult who couldn’t have resisted him even if I wanted to, but it would be more accurate to say he was taking me, taking me to new heights, taking me to erogenous zones I’d only ever heard rumors about.

  And in that moment, I would’ve gone anywhere with him, done anything with him, and yet all he was asking was that I lay still and let him devour me.

  I closed my eyes when he moved to the other nipple, trying to memorize every flick of his tongue, the gentle suction of his breath against my softest skin. And then he went lower, and I felt his wet lips drag against my stomach.

  I pursed my lips and raised my head to look at him, but his face had dropped under the covers so that all I could see was the mound of his back beneath my thin comforter.

  And then his tongue touched me there.

  At first he was gentle. Too gentle, torturously gentle.

  But it wasn’t long before he was scooping me out so enthusiastically I was gushing for him, helpless and wet and knowing that if he stopped I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from begging for it.

  And it was scary, needing him like that with everything.

  But it was exhilarating, too.

  He moaned again as he lapped at me, making my clit buzz so hard I had to squeeze the sheets in my fists to keep myself still.

  And then he kissed me there so gently I felt a shot of panic strike through me, a feeling in my gut that told me this wasn’t only about sex for him.

  And before I could try to make sense of the care he’d shown my eager pussy, he was over me again, licking his lips.

  I thought he was going to say something, but he didn’t. Instead, he just fixed his eyes on mine as he reached down between our legs and guided the tip of his dick to the place he’d just kissed.

  I took a deep breath.

  He forced me open.

  My lips fell apart as he slid in so slowly that I could feel every inch of him… and then a few inches I wasn’t expecting.

  Which was crazy.

  I mean, how many times had he been inside me now?

  And yet each time it felt like he got deeper than ever before until he was so deep it overwhelmed me completely. Or maybe he just felt deeper this time because we were in my bed, where I found myself wanting him more all the time.

  He pulled his hips back and then slid back against my center, his dick pulsing with so much energy I could imagine the restraint it took not to buck his hips.

  But he maintained control like he said he would, both of himself and of how slowly he made the waves of pleasure ripple through me.

  Then suddenly he was buried so deep inside me that my clit was crushed against the base of his dick, and he started to grind against me, churning my insides.

  “Oh Wyatt,” I said, tilting my hips so he could work me harder.

  He dropped his face down by my neck and kept stirring me senseless.

  I wrapped my arms around his strong back and felt his muscles moving under my han
ds as he rocked over me.

  “You’re so tight,” he whispered in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

  I sank my fingertips into his back. “So do you,” I breathed, feeling full of light.

  “Come for me, Addison,” he said, swelling inside me and lifting his face over mine.

  I opened my mouth to speak- to tell him I was going to and soon- but he sucked the idea of the words from my mouth with a kiss.

  And between his swirling tongue and his thick cock, it was all too much. And I came like a torrent, my hips spasming against his as my entire body tightened its grip around him.

  When I finally had no choice but to pull my mouth from his and gasp for breath, he started to thrust in and out of me faster, his cock smashing against my wet heat while his balls struck my pulsing clit again and again.

  I let my arms fall along the sides of my head and looked up at his toned chest, watching the way his abs clenched as he fucked my orgasm until he plunged inside me one last time, his cock shattering my center like a fist.

  Then he collapsed on top of me, the weight of his body pinning me to the bed.

  For a moment, I stayed still, relishing the way he throbbed as he filled my hot center. Then I wrapped my arms around him and held him against me while he panted against my neck.

  And then I noticed something.

  My heartbeat. Or maybe it was his? I couldn’t quite tell.

  But it felt good.

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  Loved by Him.

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