Page 50 of Endless Southern Love

“I can, Wade. I’m not proud of how I feel. It’s something I have to work through, but I promise I won’t ever let her, or you see that side of me. I’d never do anything to hurt Goldie.”

Wade sets his glass onto the table and swiftly pulls onto his lap.

“Whoa,” I say, laughing.

“I like you here,” he says as his hands rub up and down my back, until his fingers grip the waistband of my sweats. Wade slouches a bit, pushing himself into me. “I really liked you here last night.”

“It was my moment of weakness.”

He nods and while the motion means he’s agreeing with me, his eyes tell a whole other story. He brings me a bit closer and kisses me over my fabric covered chest, moving up my neck to my ear and down my jawline.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

“Okay.” My word comes out breathlessly as I turn my head for more. “Maybe we should go into my bedroom.”

In one swoop, Wade is standing and carrying me to my bedroom. My hand cups his face. I look into his eyes and instantly my mind wants to say those three words that will change everything between us. I don’t get how I can love this man after everything.

Or how he can love me.

I tell him where to go and reach for the doorknob when we get to my closed door. He kicks it the rest of the way open and sets me on my bed gently. He steps back and takes his ball cap off and runs his fingers through his hair, and then he takes his shirt off.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says as he comes toward me. “I brought condoms though.”

I laugh loudly and press my hand to his rock-hard abs, halting him from coming forward. Instead of leaning back, I slowly undo his pants. Wade’s a smart guy and picks up on my hint pretty quickly and tugs my tank over my head. I lean back, letting him see me. His hands grip my sweats, he pulls quickly, and they go flying. The quick inhale from him doesn’t go unnoticed.

“My memory hasn’t done me justice,” he says as he takes off his shoes and jeans. “God, I have fucking missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too.” I move toward the middle of my bed while Wade crawls toward me with a hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s a good thing tomorrow’s Saturday.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m about to make love to you all night, Lemon. We have years to make up for and last night was practice.” He kisses the inside of my thigh, nipping at my skin lightly. “I’m going to need another practice round.”

“Practice?”

He looks at me and nods. “It’s been a damn long time, baby. There’s no way you’re leaving this room until you’re satisfied. The best part is, we don’t have to worry about your roommate or mine walking in. We can take our time, go as slow as we want, and walk around naked.” Wade moves to my other thigh, nips at my skin, and then kisses me through my lacy underwear.

I try to come up with something to say, but all words are lost when Wade pulls my panties aside and tastes me. My back arches off my bed and my hand goes right to his hair.

“Shit.”

Wade chuckles. “I prefer you call me Wade.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want if you fuck me right now. Leave the foreplay for the next round. I want to feel you.”

I’ve never seen someone move as fast as he does right now. He’s off the bed, digging through his pants pocket for a condom while simultaneously removing his briefs. I shimmy out of my panties and toss them on the floor, in time to welcome him into my arms.

Wade hovers above me, his fingers caressing the side of my face. “I love you, Lemon.”

nineteen

wade

Someone pinch me because I’ve gone to heaven, in a lovely wicker basket, and without a care in the world. I lay there, with my hands behind my head, staring at the ceiling, with undoubtedly the biggest shit eating grin I can muster, while Lemon . . . yes, my Lemon . . . rests her head on my bare chest.

We’ve slept, maybe a couple of hours, spending most of the night and a.m. hours in each other’s arms, rekindling and rebuilding, and making up for years of lost time. In hindsight, I should’ve pushed for this years ago, but I’m not sure she was ready. Hell, I don’t think she was ready until life forced us together. Life being Goldie moving here. Funny how my daughter was the catalyst for us not getting back together and reuniting. I’m going to have to take her on a shopping spree or vacation to Disney or something. She deserves all the credit for this.

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