Page 73 of Close to My Heart

Wes entered the room, shifting my hair over one shoulder, and took the necklace from my fingers to close the clasp. His fingers brushing over my skin sent tingles through my body. I’d never get used to being here with him like this.

He turned me so that I was facing him, his eyes filled with tenderness. “I can handle your family.”

My heart was overflowing with emotion. I loved this man.

He cupped my cheek and leaned in to kiss me.

It wasn’t just a friendship or even a temporary marriage to get something we wanted. Our relationship had morphed into something real the last few weeks. And I was too scared to ask what it meant or if he felt the same way.

This was only supposed to be temporary. I hadn’t intended to lose my heart to him. But we’d gotten carried away on our wedding night. I should have known if I added in the physical element, I didn’t stand a chance. But I couldn’t stop myself then any more than I could now.

Wes eased back slightly, his forehead resting on mine. “Do we have time?”

My lips twitched even as my skin tingled in anticipation. “Not really.”

“I’ll make this quick then.” His hand skimmed up my leg, lifting the skirt out of the way.

I widened my stance, giving him room. When his fingers played with the lace of my panties and dove inside, easily sliding through my folds, I moaned into his mouth.

I rocked against him, needing more friction. My body pressed against the counter behind me as he cupped the back of my head, placing kisses down my neck.

I was lost in the feel of his fingers inside of me, building me up. Just when I thought I was going to go over, Wes spun me, placing my hands on the counter, then pulling my hips out and pushing the skirt up and over my hips.

He pulled my panties off and freed himself from his pants. I wanted to savor this moment as our eyes met in the mirror.

His gaze was determined and filled with so much heat. When his cock nudged my entrance, I pushed back, needing him to fill me.

He thrust to the hilt, his hands gripping my hips. Then he started to move at a quick pace. I held onto the counter and tipped my ass up for a better angle. When the orgasm swiftly built inside my body, I bit my lip against the sensation.

I wanted to feel him. I wanted to know that he was mine, and I was his. Sex seemed to be the only way to do that. To satisfy that need deep in my soul.

This angle targeted my G-spot that burned with each pass. When he reached around to touch my clit, I cried out. It was too much yet not enough.

The orgasm crashed over me, sending me reeling. I would have been lost if I hadn’t been holding onto the counter with a tight grip.

I lifted my gaze so I could see him lose control. He was looking at the spot where his cock entered my pussy, and his eyes were filled with heat. He thrust deep, collapsing on my back, surrounding me with his heat. Then groaned as his body shuddered.

A few seconds later, he slowly pulled out, then grabbed a washcloth, wetting it with warm water before carefully cleaning me. Then he pulled up my panties. “I hope I didn’t mess up your makeup.”

I enjoyed that he took care of me after sex. No one had ever treated me with such reverence.

“It was worth it.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, enjoying being in his embrace. Now I’d feel him inside me while we were at the party. It didn’t get any more real than that.

He dropped his forehead to mine. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I think I’m the lucky one.” Who else would have gone along with a fake marriage proposal? Maybe if I’d handed over a substantial part of my inheritance as a reward, but Wes hadn’t asked for anything.

My phone buzzed. “Our driver is here.”

“Do you think we could take my truck this time?” Wes asked.

I knew he’d acquiesce to the driver if I asked. But taking me in his truck seemed to satisfy a primal urge inside him, and I was happy to comply. “Of course.”

Wes grinned, and I wondered if this was how real married couples solved things. Did one compromise to make the other happy? The only difference was, real married couples knew where they stood in the relationship.

Our relationship felt rocky despite how solid it seemed at times. We were happy, but what did he want? Would he walk away when the time came? Would we go back to being friends?

I had a flash preview of the pain that I’d feel, and it wasn’t great. I couldn’t go back to just being friends or even friends with benefits. I couldn’t imagine Wes marrying another woman. It twisted me up inside.

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