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My pulse raced along, a wild fluttering in my chest. It wasn’t just my need for him that had my heart thumping so madly. It was this intimacy, this vulnerability, the way my emotional walls fell away when I was with him.

I drew in a shaky breath. His other palm slid down my back, coming to rest between my shoulder blades, just behind my heart as he levered me forward. My forehead fell to his when our lips met in a slow, sensual tangle of tongues. My hips reflexively rocked, sliding back and forth over the underside of his cock. With his length nestled between my folds, I rode my clit over him. The friction created by the subtle motion pushed me straight to the edge of my control with pleasure tightening inside me almost unbearably.

We broke apart, our lips brushing as he spoke, “Let me be inside you.”

I nodded incrementally and rose slightly. He reached between us, positioning his thick crown at my entrance. I could barely breathe because of the anticipation humming through me. His hips moved, rolling up as I slid down and sheathed him in the very heart of me.

I seated myself fully, and he nudged upward a little deeper. With his eyes on mine and his hands gripping my hips, we rocked together. The intense friction created from the slow motion, right where we were joined, sent pleasure shooting through me in piercing streaks. He reached between us, his thumb teasing over my swollen clit with just enough pressure to shatter through me.

I cried out, shuddering and trembling all over. I felt liquid melting inside when he kissed me, catching the last of my cries.

He moved, somehow spinning us over and shifting down on the bed. It was quick and a little messy, but he never once lost his hold on me. I savored his weight. He stretched my arms up over my head, gripping them with one hand. He murmured, “And now I’m going to fuck you just a little harder, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” I whispered.

He did just that with deep pumps inside me. It felt as if my orgasm just went on and on and on. I felt him tightening, his body a shivering stretch above me, with one last slow pump of his hips before I felt the heat of his release filling me as he cried my name in a guttural shout.

He collapsed against me for several thundering beats of my heart before he rolled to the side, holding me close against him when he slipped out of me. We lay there, our breathing slowing together. My palm had landed just over his heart, and I could feel his heartbeat gradually slow along with my own.

“I love you, Rosie,” he rasped. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and one on each corner of my mouth.

I dragged my eyes open. “I love you, Wyatt.”

I didn’t recall falling asleep, but the last thing I remembered was a sense of sheer relief. That was followed by a feeling of comfort and safety that I couldn’t ever remember feeling, except maybe before my mom died.

Chapter Fifteen

Rosie

We were in the kitchen having coffee the following morning when there was a knock on my door. Alarm shot through me, and I glanced over at Wyatt. He sat at my kitchen table, fully dressed, but his hair was damp from a shower. It would be obvious to anyone that he had spent the night here.

He caught my eyes and shrugged. It would be my father or my brother. “Whatever,” I said with a sharp sigh. I turned from where I’d stood at the kitchen counter, filling my coffee mug.

Walking over, I swung the door open, and my brother stood there. “Hey.” Brent looked worried, shifting from one foot to the other. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his jeans.

A gust of wind blew through the door, and I gestured for him to come in. “What’s up?” I asked.

He let out a quick sigh before his eyes took in Wyatt and looped back to me. He didn’t say anything. Wyatt dipped his chin in acknowledgment. “Morning, Brent.”

My brother was tactful enough not to ask why Wyatt was here. He glanced back toward me. “Dad needs a ride to an appointment today. I forgot, and I have to get to work.”

I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I knew my brother was hiding something, and it bothered me. A lot. But now wasn’t the time to get into that. “Okay, what time is his appointment?”

“Noon,” Brent replied.

I reached for my phone on the counter and pulled up my work schedule. “I’ll be at work, but I can have somebody cover for the hour.” I was trying really hard not to get snippy with my brother. It would’ve been great if he had told me sooner, but I wasn’t going to mention that now.

“Thanks. Good to see you, Wyatt,” he said. With a quick wave, my brother was gone.

Wyatt held my gaze as I returned to the kitchen. “You okay?” he asked a moment later as I sat across from him.

I took a sip of coffee and shrugged. “I don’t know. Something is going on with my brother, and it’s driving me crazy.”

“Kenan says he’s doing great at work.”

“I’m sure he is. I know I worry too much,” I replied with a sigh. “I was eight when he was born, and my mom died.”

“Your mom died when you were eight?”

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