Page 92 of Close to My Heart

Sutton shook her head. “Never.”

“My wife lives here.” I emphasized each word.

“I’m proud of being your wife and living in your home,” Sutton said, her tone filled with emotion.

I lowered the zipper to my jeans. “No more moving back to your family’s estate when we fight or something else happens.”

Her lips curved up. “Never again.”

I had more stipulations like talking after a fight and not going our separate ways, but there was plenty of time for that. For now, I wanted to show her how much I loved her. I’d been holding back before, but I didn’t need to anymore.

I shucked off my jeans and briefs, then peeled off her leggings. She reared up to remove her sweater. When she was in nothing but lace panties, I moved over her body, dropping kisses on every spare inch of skin I passed.

I wasn’t in a hurry. I had all night to consume her, to make her mine. I kissed her, my cock nestling against the lace. She was hot and wet. And it was all for me.

I sucked one nipple into my mouth, then the other, until she was writhing beneath me. Then I hooked my fingers around the lace and pulled it slowly down her legs. When she was bared to me, I spread her legs wider, then licked her slit.

She arched into my mouth and I anchored my hand on her pelvis to hold her in place. My cock was hard and aching for her. But I wanted to drive her higher before I entered her.

Her skin was flush, her eyes wild with lust by the time I wiped my mouth and sat up, holding the base of my cock at her entrance.

“I love you, Wes.”

The truth of her words washed over me. I’d been waiting a long time to return that sentiment. And I’d never get enough of hearing her say it. “I love you.”

Then I thrust inside her, joining us together. This was the first time we’d ever been honest with each other and ourselves about our feelings. Everything felt more heightened, intense, and I was quickly racing toward an epic orgasm. But I forced myself to slow down, to savor the moment.

Sutton surprised me by tweaking her own nipples, her gaze fixed on mine. It was like she was issuing some kind of challenge, waiting for my reaction.

“I want you to touch yourself.”

Desire flashed in her eyes as she moved one hand down the center of her body until she was touching her clit. I could feel it at the base of my cock with every pass. Watching her chase her pleasure was too much.

When her muscles tightened, and her body arched, her head fell back and her eyes fluttered closed, I let go. Her walls spasmed around me, drawing out my orgasm. I lowered myself until my weight was resting on top of her. She held me tight to her.

When I eased to the side, I was too tired to get up and grab a washcloth. I just wanted to be close to her.

EPILOGUE

WES

Four months later

Tonight was the celebration of the Rosesmith Estate being named an historical site. Sutton was ecstatic because it meant the house could never be torn down to make way for something else.

The party served the dual purpose of raising money to restore the house to its original condition, including paint colors, trim, and even the purpose for each room.

Sutton had been researching these details and sharing what she discovered on her social media accounts. Then her followers started sending money, and it prompted her to create a nonprofit that would help fund the restorations and the museum.

The work would be completed slowly so she could ensure that everything was done right, and she wasn’t disturbing Mrs. Rosesmith’s house while she still lived there.

Apparently, Sutton’s grandmother got a kick out of me—her words, not mine—and we were frequently invited to breakfast.

Sutton and Mrs. Rosesmith convinced Evelyn and Deacon to live in Sutton’s old house. It gave them privacy and allowed Sutton more room to work on the big house and leading guided tours.

The next step was offering weddings and other events in the room on the back of the house and in the gardens. Her ideas would bring in more money, but Sutton’s inspiration was to share the property with more people.

She didn’t want to keep Rosesmith for herself. I loved her huge heart.

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