Page 77 of Worth the Wait

And that was all I needed to push inside of her. She gasped as I filled her body, and I tried my best to maintain any semblance of self-control. Honestly, I had very little when it came to her. And being inside of her fully tested every last ounce of it.

Her hips rocked, moving in unison with mine. We’d always been good at this, connecting like there was no one else in the world. Sex with Addi was soulful. Spiritual. On another level completely.

“Not gonna last,” I warned as I sped up my pace, hating that I hadn’t satisfied her, but also reveling in the fact that I’d have the chance to make it up to her.

Because my girl wasn’t leaving this time.

“It’s okay, babe. We have a lifetime for you to take it slow,” she said, as if reading my mind.

And I lost it right then and there. Spilled all my love inside of her, and she didn’t even look like she cared. I’d make her come until she saw stars. Multiple times. And I couldn’t wait to do it.

“Can I ask you something?” I said as I rolled off of her and pulled her onto my chest, gripping her tight.

“Of course,” she answered, her heart racing against my skin.

“Are you okay with Thomas and Brooklyn getting married here?”

She pushed up from my body and angled herself toward me, her nakedness on full display. “Why wouldn’t I be?”

I moved to sit up as well. “Because the barn was our idea. Well, yours really.”

Shaking her head, she responded, “I know, but it suits them. Don’t you think?”

I did think that actually. But I was already moving past that subject.

“If this suits them, then what suits us, you think?” I asked, not caring at all that I was pushing her because she’d moved back here for me.

She mentioned not wasting any more time, and I couldn’t have agreed more. We’d wasted too much being apart. Years had flown by, and we couldn’t get a moment of it back.

Addi grinned. “The house you built. I’m obsessed with it.”

That was a hell of a response. One I hadn’t seen coming even though it was so damn obvious.

“You’d want to get married at our home?” I asked.

“There’s nothing I’d want more,” she said as she looked around. “It’s beautiful in here. You’ve made something real special in this barn, but it’s not us. We don’t need all this.”

God, I loved this woman.

“I’ll give you anything you want. Tell me, and it’s yours.”

“You, Patrick. I just want you.”

“That’s easy enough,” I said before taking her swollen lips and kissing them once more. I planned on claiming this woman’s lips, mouth, and body until the day I died.

“Can you take me home now?”

We stopped at the front desk on our way out of the resort to grab all of Addi’s things. It hadn’t even occurred to me that she’d come straight here from the airport or that she’d packed up all of her belongings from New York becauseSHE WAS NEVER GOING BACK THERE.

I wanted to throw a fucking party. “Does your dad know you’re back?”

“Not yet. Think we could go see him?”

“Of course.”

We drove in my old, beat-up truck, Jasper being a proper cockblock as he sat between us, a smile plastered over my face that I couldn’t seem to get rid of.

“Why are you grinning like that?” Addi asked, her hand resting on Jasper’s back.

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