Page 62 of Training the Heart

I come with him, and it’s the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever felt. The moment my eyes roll back and close, he releases my throat, allowing me to suck in a deep breath. I breathe out the moan I couldn’t under his hold.

The water hits my lashes as Wade pulls me to him tightly, wrapping his arms around me, holding me up completely.

“Fuck, I change my mind. I’d never want to fuck the sass out of you anyway, Trouble. I think it’s my favorite thing about you.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Ivy

The rustling of newspaper wakes me from the deepest sleep I think I’ve ever had. I don’t even remember falling asleep. The last thing I remember is Wade cleaning me with a warm cloth after he took me again once we got out of the shower. Then, he scooped me up in his arms and kissed my forehead before sleep took us, with me molded under the crook of his arm like it was carved out just to fit me.

One eye flutters open, threatening to close again until I seehim. Wade is sitting at the little table in our suite in the sun, wearing only a pair of light gray sweatpants and thin rimmed black glasses, his brow furrowed, hair disheveled and wavy, the scruff of his jaw a little more noticeable than yesterday. He’s deep in a read of an article inThe Tennessean.

My pussy aches at the sight. I’d never found glasses on a man attractive until I saw Wade Ashby wear glasses, but add in shirtless and the hazy morning sun? This sight is almost too much to bear. A smile plays on my lips as I stare at him when he doesn’t yet know I’m awake.

The way his throat bobs as he swallows, the wide powerful spread of his shoulders, and arms. How he seems entirely toolarge for the table but fits somehow regardless. There is a dark and silent beauty to Wade Ashby I’m not sure anyone else in this world has ever really appreciated. Always the leader, always the one everyone relies on. But underneath it all? Under that gruff, rugged exterior lies the sexiest man I could ever dream up. The way his lips claimed me, how his body moved seamlessly and expertly with mine, sends heat to my core when I haven’t even had my morning stretch yet. He lifts a steaming mug of coffee to his mouth, and wraps his full lips around the rim. I have no control over the tiny moan I let slip out.

The sound instantly brings his attention to me and his eyes flit to mine. A smile breaks out across his face and my breath hitches at the sight. He’s fucking spectacular, and at this moment, cocky as hell, leaning back in his chair. He knew I was staring at him.

“Morning, Trouble. Coffee?”

“Please,” I manage to croak out as I turn my head halfway into the pillow and grin, my cheeks heating.

“Too late, you’re already busted.” He smirks. “Don’t worry, I did the same, but you slept through it when I was ogling you,” he says, chuckling, and I start to giggle imagining Wade watching me sleep.

He takes his glasses off and sets them on the table, then places a porcelain mug that matches his own under the Keurig on the counter and fills it with coffee, while I silently scold myself for clawing up his back and shoulders the way I did. I would apologize but I think he liked it.

“You snorereallyloud, but you’re cute so I’ll forgive you,” he says, handing me my coffee in bed. Working together has its perks. No need to tell my boss how I take my coffee after a one-night stand when he’s brought me one on many occasions in the morning.

“I do not snore.”

“You do, woke me right up.” I can’t tell if he’s kidding or not.

I laugh, and run my free hand through my very messy, very knotted-up hair.

“Well, I’m going to blame you and that city bus full of passengers you’re packing that you assaulted me with last night,” I say as I set my coffee on the bedside table.

Wade laughs harder than I’ve ever heard him laugh as he jumps onto the bed over me like a tiger on the prowl and pulls me right down under him, before kissing me on the tip of my nose.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night. In fact,” he says as his lips meet my neck, “I’m pretty sure your words were more like, deeper”—oh God, another kiss to my collarbone—“more”—another kiss—“harder, Wade, please.”

… and now I’m wet again.

“Don’t remember any complaining though,” he says as I look up at him, stunned by the dark beauty of him.

“I didn’t want to make you feel bad is all,” I say.

“Uh-huh, so if I reached into these sheets right now, I wouldn’t find you wet for me at all then?” he asks as my breathing increases.

I moan involuntarily as his hand slides under and cups my breast.

“N-no,” I stutter. “Dry as the Sahara Desert.”

He grins into my lips at the challenge.

“Mmhmm,” he says as his fingers slide through my already-dripping slit.

“You’re a terrible liar, and I’m hungry as fuck,” he says as his lips move down my waist, to my hips, and my breathing increases.

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