Page 46 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“What?” I manage to croak out.

“I’m not good at this,” Reiner repeats, gesturing between us. “I’m not good at relationships, and I’m not good at opening up. But I want to try. I want to be better. I’m not perfect, and I’m not going to pretend to be, but I can promise you that I’ll try. I’ll never hurt you again, Jane. I can’t. I can’t lose you.”

I’m silent for a few minutes, digesting his words. I can see the sincerity in his eyes, and I can feel the honesty in his words. He means it. He’s serious.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” he continues. “I’m not asking you to forget. I’m just asking you to give me a chance. Give us a chance. I know I don’t deserve it, but I’m begging you, Jane. I’ll do whatever it takes. Just tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

I want to believe it. I want to believe him. I want to fall into his arms and let him carry me away. But…

“But what about at the infirmary after you were hurt? I kissed you, and you pulled away. You didn’t want me then, either.”

“Oh, I wanted you. I wanted you so badly that it was all I could not to bend you over the exam table and take you right there. I didn’t pull away because I didn’t want you. I pulled away because I didn’t want our first time to be in a hospital. I didn’t want it to be fast and rough and dirty. I wanted it to be special.I wanted it to be romantic. I wanted it to be everything you deserved.”

I blink at him. “Wait, what?”

“I’m trying to say that I want you, Jane. I’ve always wanted you. And I’m done fighting it. I’m done pretending that I don’t care, that I don’t want you. I know this is all supposed to be pretend, but I don’t want it to be. I want it to be real. I want you. I want you, Jane.”

I’m speechless. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Is this really happening?

“I know I fucked up,” he says, his voice low and husky. “I know I hurt you, and I know I don’t deserve a second chance. But I’m asking you for one, anyway. I’m asking you to give me a chance, to give us a chance.”

I must be dreaming. There’s no way this is happening. But as I look into Reiner’s eyes, I know it’s not. He’s telling the truth. He’s being honest. He’s baring his soul to me, and the sincerity in his eyes is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever seen.

Without a word, I launch myself at him, capturing his lips with mine. He responds instantly, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me against him. The railing on the deck presses into my back, and I can feel the wood digging into my skin, but I don’t care. I’m too focused on the feeling of his lips on mine, the taste of his tongue in my mouth, the heat of his body.

I’ve waited so long for this. I’ve dreamed about it, fantasized about it, and I’m tired of waiting. I want Reiner, and I’m going to have him.

His hands slide up the hem of my skirt, and he gathers a handful of my ass, squeezing and kneading. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I moan into his mouth.

“Hot damn!” someone shouts from across the yard. “Get a room, would you? We don’t want to see all that.”

We break apart, panting, and I can’t help but giggle. Reiner’s eyes are dark with lust, and his lips are swollen from our kisses. He looks like a man possessed, and I love it.

“Take me home,” I whisper, and he doesn’t need to be told twice.

He grabs my hand, leading me through the backyard and around the side of the house. He’s walking so fast that I practically have to jog to keep up. Fortunately, my trailer is just a few blocks away, and my aunt and uncle are back at the party.

As soon as we’re inside, Reiner slams the door shut and pushes me against it, his lips crashing down on mine. I kiss him back eagerly, my hands roaming his body, exploring every inch of him.

His hands are everywhere, too, touching, caressing, squeezing. He backs me through the living room and down the hall, never once breaking the kiss. When we reach my bedroom, he pushes the door open and guides me inside.

I fumble with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers shaking with anticipation. I can’t seem to get them undone, and I let out a frustrated groan. Reiner chuckles and reaches down to help me. Together, we manage to get his shirt off, and then he peels my dress over my head.

I stand before him, wearing nothing but my bra and panties. Out of habit, I cover my stomach with my arms.

“Don’t,” he says, his voice a low growl. He pulls my arms away, and his eyes rake over my body. “You’re perfect.”

I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do at this moment, with him looking at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

He cups my face with his hands and kisses me, his lips soft and gentle. His touch is feather-light, and his movements are slow and deliberate. It’s a stark contrast to the frenzied, passionate kissing from before, and it’s almost enough to bring tears to my eyes.

He’s not just having sex with me. He’s making love to me.

He trails his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at my skin. I gasp and arch into him, pressing my body against his. With two long strides backward, the backs of my knees connect with the bed. He gently pushes me down, and I scoot back, my eyes never leaving his.

He crawls onto the bed, his body hovering over mine. I can feel the heat radiating off of him, and his scent surrounds me, enveloping me in a cocoon of desire.

He kisses me again, his lips moving slowly and deliberately. I can feel his restraint, the way he’s holding himself back. I don’t want him to hold back. I want all of him, everything he has to give.

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