Page 46 of Your Heart & Mine

Her nod was interrupted by a shudder of pleasure as Wyck slowly pulled out, every inch rubbing against sensitized flesh, before slamming back into her. In this position, he was so deep he touched her womb. She mewled as he did it again, the exquisite torture flashing up her nerve endings like lightening.

She gasped and her breasts shook with every thrust of his lean hips meeting her center. Every drive into her rubbing over her swollen clit until her vision blurred and she had to reach over her head to wrap her hands around the spindles of the white iron headboard, searching for anything to ground herself to.

Suddenly, her legs dropped from her shoulders and Wyck's face was above her, his hands surrounding hers on the iron rungs. His lips brushed ear as she tried to find the air in the room. "Come for me, Angel. Let me see it."

Fire ran through her veins as she dragged her eyes up to meet his. The need, want, and love she saw in those grey depths sent her over the edge. She screamed Wyck's name as she exploded into a million points of light. Uninhibited cries of pleasure continued to escape her lips as he growled, his movements becoming frenzied.

A primal roar left his chest as he followed her with his own release moments later. Harper wrapped her arms around the muscles of his back and clung to him as they both gulped for air.

"God, I love you," Wyck whispered between breaths.

Harper only held him tighter, afraid to say the words out loud but never wanting to let him go.

Chapter thirty-six

Luckiest Man Alive?

"Ohmy!"Harper'shandsflew to cover her mouth in surprise as she walked out onto the deck and took in the scene.

A round table covered in a thick, white tablecloth sat there where only lounge chairs had been before. A beautiful centerpiece of hydrangeas and baby's breath sat in the middle and the table was set with silver and crystal. A strange man in a black shirt and pants pulled out a chair for her, "Ma'am?"

"What is all this?" she asked as she took the seat offered to her.

"This is just the beginning of all the things I want to give you." Wyck appeared behind her looking insanely handsome. His white linen pants were loose and his matching shirt was partially unbuttoned and had the sleeves rolled up to showcase his muscular, tan forearms. A little shudder of delight ran through her. When had forearms become sexy?

Wyck took a seat and nodded at the man who had pulled out Harper's chair. He silently disappeared back into the house. "How did you get all this done without me knowing?" Harper asked, taking a sip of the wine Wyck poured for her.

"I have my ways," he said, waggling his eyebrows at her. He took a sip of his own wine. "Mostly, my ways are named Mindy," he confessed. "She's my assistant and can pull off anything."

Harper raised her glass. "Cheers to Mindy."

"Cheers to Mindy," Wyck said, tapping his glass to hers.

The waiter appeared again with a silver cloche he placed next to the flowers in the center of the table. Removing the silver dome with a flourish, Harper spied small brown balls and a cut crystal ball full of clear pink gel.

"What are those?" Harper asked with raised eyebrows.

Wyck's lips twitched up. "Cheesy grit fritters and hot pepper jelly."

Her lips tipped up in a grin. "You're feeding me grits at a fancy, romantic dinner?"

"These aren't just any grits, I'll have you know," Wyck responded in mock indignation. "These are hand ground, local, and organic and are filled with locally sourced, artisan cheese."

"Well, excuse me. I had no idea!" Harper's smile grew as she played along. Placing one of the little balls on her plate along with some dipping sauce she dug in.

"Oh my God," she spoke around the morsel in her mouth. "These are incredible!"

"Right?" Wyck answered, helping himself to his own.

Sitting back in her chair after the waiter had taken away their plates, Harper ran a finger around the edge of her wine glass. She was feeling exceptionally mellow after the excellent meal of sea bass with beurre blanc, quinoa pilaf, and roasted brussels sprouts.

"I have to say, I've learned something very important about myself tonight." Her lips tipped up on one side just a little.

Wyck searched her hazel eyes intently. "And what is that, Angel?" he asked almost hesitantly.

Harper leaned forward, meeting his intensity with her own. She paused before declaring, "I am Team Brussels Sprouts. You've converted me. My life will never be the same."

His eyes widened for a moment before he burst out laughing. Harper joined in and they soon had tears rolling down their cheeks.

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