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Curiosity shone in her eyes. “What if you would’ve met another woman? Didn’t you ever think about getting re-married?”

“No.” How could he even begin to explain the depth of his love to her? “You were my perfect match and nobody elsecould’ve filled that void. You own my heart, Ellie. You always have.”

No point in denying it,he thought. Even if she hadn’t come back into his life, Wes would’ve kept the ring on his finger until the day he died.

“Ohh,” she breathed.

“I’ve been faithful to you since I was eighteen, Elizabeth Murphy. Nothing—not even death—would change that. You’re it for me, Ellie. The only woman I’ll ever love, want, need. Just you.”

She nodded, a thoughtful look on her pretty face as she contemplated everything he shared. Nothing like cutting his heart open and exposing it. But, she needed to know.

“Any other questions I can answer to convince you you’re all I need?”

“Wanna get in the back seat with me?” she asked, blue-green eyes twinkling.

Chapter Thirteen

Wes dove into the back seat so fast, Ellie burst into laughter. He was so adorable, so sweet and, good God, the man was sexy as hell. Having a prosthetic leg didn’t slow him down. He was incredible, so inspiring, and all hers. She couldn’t wait to get her hands on him.

As she climbed over the seat, Wes reached for her, pulling her onto his lap. She sat down, straddling him, and cupped his face in her hands. She loved the rough scratch of his stubble against her palms. It did funny, delicious things to her insides. Made them somersault and sing.

He looked into her eyes, waiting for her to make a move and call the shots, because that’s the kind of man he was. Respectful, patient, and understanding. A complete gentleman. Despite being an alpha, when it came to her, he always put her wants and needs first and foremost. Above all else. But she couldn’t miss how hard he was or the way his fingers were digging into her thighs. He wanted her. Badly. And, God, she wanted him, too.

Ellie leaned in and kissed him with everything she was feeling. Desire and need swirled through her, making her want—no, need—him on a primal level. Maybe being intimate with him would help jog her memory, and maybe it wouldn’t. Right now, she was far too focused on the gorgeous silver fox with his tongue down her throat to care about anything else.

They kissed deeply and passionately. Lost in sensation, Ellie rocked her hips, rubbing against his straining cock. She wanted him inside her. Demanded it.

“Make love to me, Wes,” she murmured, flicking her tongue along his jaw. “I need to feel you. All of you.”

He slid his hands through her hair, holding her focus on him, locking gazes with her. “Only if you’re sure.”

Her hands disappeared beneath his t-shirt, exploring his rigid abs, then began to unbuckle his belt. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” She raked her nails over his firm pecs. “Did we ever do it in a car?”

“We’ve done it everywhere, my love,” he told her, dark eyes full of heat and mischief. “I’ve taken you everywhere and in every possible way. And you’ve loved every second of it.”

“Mmm…” She got his pants unzipped and slid her hand into his boxer briefs. He was hot and huge, pulsating in her hand. “So big. Oh, God, you feel good.”

She squeezed and stroked him, feeling the wetness leaking from his engorged tip. A growl tore from his throat and his hips jerked.

“Having your hands on me again is heaven,” he rasped.

“Same,” she whispered as he molded her breasts through her shirt, his large hands squeezing, tweaking her nipples until she was arching her back, trying to press closer. “I need you inside me, Wes,please.”

He lifted her up, tugging her leggings and panties down, and she slid sideways, kicking them off. Then she resumed her straddle and bounced up when he shoved his pants and briefsdown. Settling down on his lap, Ellie gasped when his leaking cock touched her wet center. They were dripping for each other and she grasped the seat behind his head, holding on as he adjusted her hips. His fingers caressed her folds, spreading her juices up and around her clit. Ellie ground down, desperate for him.

“I need you to believe me when I say I haven’t been with anyone in the past twenty-eight years except you, Ellie. Only you, my love.”

“I trust you,” she whispered and pressed a kiss against his chest, above his heart. “I might not remember things, but I know you, Wes. I know your heart.”

Their mouths crashed together, desperate and devouring each other. Wes notched himself at her entrance and Ellie’s entire frame shook in anticipation, her nails digging into the seat near his head.

“Do it…please,” she begged. The moment he thrust up, she sank down, welcoming the way he stretched her body and filled her. There was no need to adjust or ease into anything. Because at that moment, she was home. Exactly where she was always meant to be. In her husband’s arms, their hearts pressed against one another’s and beating in unison, their bodies connected and souls intertwined. One in every possible way.

Ellie cried out, tilted her lower body and began to move. Wes helped, lifting her up and down the length of his cock, impaling her with every stroke.

“Take what you want,” he rasped. “Whatever you need. It all belongs to you.”

She bit down on his lower lip, riding him, savoring the feel of his big cock and the friction their bodies created.

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