Page 120 of Win Big

I nod, my eyes stinging in the corners. “I tell myself that all the time. I know it wasn’t. But yet, I don’t think I’ll ever stop feeling responsible.”

“I love how you’ve helped Heather and Owen. You’re a good man.” She stares into my eyes.

Jesus, I’m going to cry again. The kindness and understanding and love in her eyes is shredding me. I never expected to find love like this, and that was okay; I didn’t need it. Didn’t deserve it. But Everly does, and if it will make her happy, I’ll do whatever I can to be worthy of her.

“You’re really okay?” I ask hoarsely.

“Yeah. I have a plan.”

“Of course you do.”

“That jerk Link insulted us. The audit may say we could do better, but that was absolutely unprofessional to accuse us of hoarding money, and to discourage people from donating to us. This is my worst nightmare!”

“I know. That’s why I was so worried about you.”

“Aw. I love that so much.” And I love her smile. “Our legal counsel is writing to him to ask for a public apology for what he said. And... I’ll look at the audit and see what I can change and do better at.” She grimaces. “So the whole world knows now that I’m not perfect. But yeah... I’m really okay.”

“You’re more than okay.” My heart swells with admiration for how she’s handling this. “You’re a strong, amazing woman. And... fuck me.” I close my eyes. “You’re so much more than the perfect princess I thought you were.”

She gazes back at me, eyes full of emotion. Her lips tremble. “And you’re so much more than the life-of-the-party guy who doesn’t care about anything. Except hockey. After I met Owen... and Heather, and I saw what you do for them... well, you’re a pretty strong, amazing man, Wyatt Bell.”

“I need to kiss you.” I rise up and sit next to her, pulling her onto my lap, threading my hands into her hair, and finding her mouth with mine. She kisses me back, pouring so much emotion into the kiss, we’re soon both shaking and panting. “Okay, now I need more than a kiss.”

Her lips curve up, her eyes shiny. “I missed you.”

“Oh hell yeah, I missed you too.”

Her beautiful blue eyes gaze at me with lust and longing. My chest fills with a fizzy sensation while my dick aches with the need to be inside her. Desire surges through my blood and throbs in my balls.

I rise and take her hand to lead her upstairs to her bed. There, I lay her down, gently, reverently, as if she’s fragile and precious. She is precious, but I know she’s not fragile. She’s strong as hell and I love that.

I strip out of my clothes and join her on the bed to remove hers, tugging the leggings down her smooth legs, along with her panties, helping her sit up to lift the sweatshirt over her head. She reaches behind her to undo her bra and I toss it aside, letting my gaze wander over her. “My gorgeous girl.”

She reaches up to push my hair back off my forehead, letting her fingers trail over my cheek and jaw. The tenderness of her gesture makes me feel like a fist is squeezing my heart.

“I love you, Wyatt.”

“I love you too.”

I hold myself above her on my arms and kiss her, my tongue sliding into her mouth. She tastes so sweet. Fire lights up every nerve ending in my body and I lift my mouth from hers to kiss her bare shoulder, sliding my open mouth over her skin. Her soft moan inflames my senses even more.

I kiss her throat and lick my way down between those gorgeous breasts. Her back arches and I close my mouth over one nipple, loving the sweetness, the feel of it on my tongue, the firm flesh pressed to my lips. Heat pours over my body, liquid pleasure running through my veins.

We roll and twist together, mouths fused in long, deep kisses. I worship her with my mouth, my tongue, my hands, everywhere I can reach. When I slip my hand between her legs, I find her velvety wet center, and I circle my thumb over her clit until she vibrates.

I’m drowning in sensation, in the almost unbearable beauty and erotic pleasure, but also in the emotion of it. Something powerful and huge swells inside me.

I lift her thigh and push into her body, watching her face. Her lips part, her eyes gaze up at me, her hands on my chest. Our gazes hold in that intense connection I’ve never had with anyone else, as heat builds and shimmers around us. My heart beats in a slow, heavy rhythm against my ribs. The love and devotion in her eyes is my own reflected back at me. “I feel so lucky right now.”

Her smile is shaky but so, so lovely. “Me too.”

I slowly slide in and out of her slick heat as she squeezes around me, her hands pressed to my chest. Sensation coils inside me, hot and heavy.

“Wyatt.”

I gaze down at her, riveted by the sight of her beautiful face as I thrust deeper, harder. She lifts into me, hot little whimpersand soft sighs escape her lips, building as she gets closer, and closer. Her fingernails dig into my pecs. Then her body tightens, her pussy rippling around me, her cries exquisitely beautiful in my ears.

“Watching you come is the most goddam gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” I fall over her, bury my face in the side of her neck, and breathe in that rich, sexy scent. My chest clenches at the perfection of it, the overwhelming intensity of it, the rush of emotion inside me so strong.

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