Page 20 of Your Heart & Mine

"Because you'll always be my angel," he said huskily. "No matter what I do, you're always there in my heart."

"Oh, Wyck," she cried, the tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

"Shhh, none of that? No sadness tonight," he told her as he leaned forward to kiss her again.

His hands went behind her and he levered the sweater up over her head and tossing it to keep his shirt company on the floor. He sucked in a ragged breath at the sight. Her breasts were even fuller than they had been, the nipples darker through the thin fabric of her bra. His deft fingers quickly sent that flying as well.

She still had the arrow surrounded by flowers inked on her breastbone. She'd done it their senior year of high school, wanting to be cool but not wanting her parents to see it. He thought it was hot as hell at the time, and his opinion hadn't changed. His tongue went there first to trace the ink.

Harper moaned as his tongue found her tattoo. She'd thought it was a mistake until she'd seen Wyck's eyes when he'd seen it for the first time. It turned him on and that excited her. Seems it still did. Soon his mouth left the tattoo and traveled to her nipple that was already hard as a diamond. His tongue traced the edges, teasing her, until she tightened her fingers in his hair. He finally drew the nipple into his mouth and sucked hard.

"Wyck!" she cried, overcome with pleasure. He didn't pause but kneaded her breast as he continued to suck her nipple now scraping his teeth across the tip every other swipe. Her back arched into him encouraging him to take even more of her. He rewarded her by moving to worship her other breast while his thumb traced the one he had just thoroughly ravaged.

When she began to whimper under him, Wyck moved one hand back to her waist and began tracing his fingers under the waistband of her jeans until he could access the soft skin hiding there. His fingers traced the lace on the edge of her panties before running down the seam of her sex. The silk was already damp under his touch, and he groaned into the soft skin at her waist where he was kissing each freckle he found. This couch, while full of wonderful memories, was not going to work for what Wyck had in his mind for tonight. He drew away from her, eliciting a cry from Harper.

"Don't worry, Angel," he crooned to her. "I just need more room to love you right."

He stood and held out a hand to her. After a moment of hesitation in which Wyck forgot how to breathe, she took it and let him lead her to the small bedroom. Before he lay her down on the double bed, he made short work of undoing her jeans and slipping them from her hips, letting the denim puddle at her feet. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, Angel," he whispered in benediction. "You're magnificent." He saw the faint red blush cover her body as she stepped out of them. "Better than all my memories."

He dropped to his knees in front of her and grabbed her hips tightly pulling her toward his mouth. "Wyck!" she exclaimed as his hot breath blew over the silk of the panties that were the only thing she had left on.

"Hush, Angel," he demanded. "Let me love you. I need all of you."

His words sucked the breath from her lungs. She grabbed onto his shoulders tightly when his hot mouth kissed her mound through the silk. They had never done this before, and she had no idea what to expect from him, but she knew she wanted that strip of silk gone and his mouth on her sensitive flesh — yesterday.

He obliged her unspoken desire by hooking his thumbs in the side of her panties and sliding them down her legs. She balanced herself with a hand on his shoulder as she stepped out of them. His hands gripped her thighs and pushed them apart, widening her stance. She drew in a shuddering breath as his fingers roughly clutched her ass and his tongue dove into her folds going unerringly to the bundle of nerves that had been silently begging for attention. Her knees almost buckled when his lips closed around it and sucked hard. "Oh God," she moaned. "Wyck, I can't…"

"I've got you, Angel," he said before she could finish articulating her sentence. He stood up and scooped her up in his massive arms like she didn't weigh more than a feather before laying her carefully on the star quilt covering the bed.

He kissed back down her body, his hands ministering to the parts his mouth hadn't gotten to yet. Soon he was back to her core which was now weeping for his attention. He licked her from back to front before spearing into her channel. Harper writhed under him, her knees falling open to allow him better access automatically. Her fingers bunched up the quilt as she desperately tried to find something to anchor herself to. She was drowning in sensation. Falling into God knew what. "Please," she whimpered, though she wasn't sure exactly what she was begging for.

Wyck was lost. Completely lost in her scent, her taste, her cries of pleasure. His lips and tongue worked up and down her folds until he settled back in to work her swollen clit. He traced lazy circles around it, purposely never quite hitting the mark until Harper's hand fisted tightly in his hair. His lips broke out in a smile before he gave in and sucked the bud into his mouth. His tongue teased it a minute before he nipped. Harper's hips bucked and she cried out his name, her head whipping back and forth as her orgasm washed over her like a tsunami.

Wyck held on and let his tongue continue to lap at her as she slowly came down from her high. He felt her legs collapse on his shoulders before he stopped and looked up at her. God, she was incredible like this. Complete abandon. Not overthinking everything. Just feeling the truth. The truth of them. And they were a 'them' again. Wyck would make sure.

Chapter eighteen

You Love Me

Harperthrewanarmover her eyes as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding so hard she thought it might come out of her chest. She'd never experienced anything like that. Her skin still buzzed all over and her limbs felt like water. She didn't think she could have moved if the house caught on fire. In fact, she was surprised it wasn't on fire. She certainly was.

She became aware of warmth climbing up her body again and soon felt kisses on her stomach, her waist, her breastbone. One kiss each on the top of each breast and then, he was moving up her neck. Her breath was just starting to slow when his lips covered hers again and she tasted her own desire along with Wyck. With a Herculean effort, she moved her arm from her eyes and wrapped it around his back, feeling the strong muscles bunch as he moved above her.

Her legs had moved to encircle his waist when her thighs encountered cloth and not skin. He was still in his jeans. Something about that fact tried to clear the orgasmic haze out of Harper's head but didn't get very far. The feel of the dips and valleys of the muscles and tendons of his back and sides mesmerized her. His lips never left hers and she only wanted more of him.

Finally, her hands started working well enough to move to the button of his pants. She said a quick, silent prayer of thanks that he wasn't wearing a belt. She didn't think her shaky limbs could have dealt with that. She managed to undo the button and zipper then ran her hands first over the round muscles of his ass before circling his hip to stroke his hard shaft over his boxer briefs. He hissed in a breath when she touched him, and her lips quirked up through his continued sensual assault on her mouth.

"Damn, Angel," he cursed in frustration. "Let me get rid of these. I need to be inside you. Now."

There was her Wyck. Desperation in his voice. Stating his need for her. She'd loved the way he had worked her body when they had been young, but this Wyck had developed more finesse along with his overwhelming need for her. Now he played her body like a master. In just the time it took for the thoughts to float through her mind, he was back on her, lining himself up and pushing his way home in one single thrust.

She gasped at the feel of him. It was a shock to her system but in the very best way. He felt familiar and completely different all at the same time. She locked her long legs around his waist and encouraged him to go faster with her heels on his ass. She couldn't seem to get him close enough.

Wyck had planned to go slow. He really had. But when his cock touched her bare skin, he knew it was over. He thrust into her in one fluid motion. He was going to pause then, let her adjust, but when Harper's hips started rocking and her feet kicked his ass, he knew there was no way he could control this. He pounded into her hard. Her fingernails scored his back, and he reveled in it. He hoped she left marks on him that would never go away. Her cries and moans spurred him on to work her even faster until her whole body went rigid under him, and she screamed his name. When her core tightened even further around his cock, he gave a deep, animalistic groan and exploded within her.

His head fell to her shoulder, and he dropped to his elbows when his arms threatened to give out on him. They panted in time, their chests heaving, sweat covering their bodies after the exertion. He thought he could feel their hearts pounding in rhythm. He thought he literally might die, but what a way to go.

Harper threw her arms out to her sides and tried to just concentrate on getting air in and out of her lungs. Holy Mother of God! She couldn't even string a coherent thought together. The blood pounded in her ears and her belly shook with aftershocks. All she could do was lie there focusing on taking one breath after another. In and out. In and out until finally, feeling started to return to her limbs and she was able to open her eyes. All she could see was Wyck's head of black hair resting under her chin. She kissed the top of his head as she felt his chest rising and falling with her own.

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