Page 58 of I Found You
“Get into something comfortable, doll. I’ll close my eyes,” I told her, my eyes closed tight. Her laugh came in small, little puffs, but she didn’t say anything.
I could hear her rummaging through her drawer, but my eyes stayed tightly closed until she said, “Okay, I’m changed.”
My mouth went dry at the sight of her. I expected her to be in her T-shirt and shorts combo that she tended to favor. Which she was, except instead of one of her T-shirts, she had on one of mine. I had changed out of a sweaty shirt and threw on a spare that I had in my truck a few weeks ago. She had put it in with her laundry, and I never thought of it again.
I wouldn’t be forgetting about it now.
It hung down to her mid-thigh, and if it wasn’t for the way she was clutching at the hem, I wouldn’t have been able to see the booty shorts she wore under it that were really more like underwear.
“Fuck,” I whispered, dragging my eyes away from her body, I brought my gaze to her flushed face. “You are stunning, Maeve.” Seeing her in my shirt was making my newfound possessive streak come alive.
“I’m getting under the covers,” she said in a rush. “Do you want to too?”
It took all of my self-control to not flail around getting under the covers with her. My dick was trying to take charge, but we’d been down that road once already, and he wasn’t getting a say in how things progressed today. I pulled the light blanket back on her side, then slowly lifted myself from the bed so that I could slip under as well.
She turned toward me, her hands under her chin, looking like the angel she was. “Do you think we can talk for a bit?”
“We can do nothing but talk, doll. You never have to worry about that.”
“I know you’re not laying in my bed, basically naked, to talk, Wyatt. I just need to process this. Whatever this is between us.”
It grated on me that she thought I expected something other than this. I didn’t know what kind of assholes she was with before or if it was specific to me. I knew what my reputation around town was. It wasn’t exactly unearned, and it never bothered me much before; neither did I relish in the gossip. I hoped that Maeve would know me better though.
“How much time have we spent together already? This is no different. We’ve slept together in this very bed if I recall correctly.” I quirked my eyebrows. “You can trust me, Maeve. I’m not touching you until you want me to.”
“Until?” she asked, her voice laced with humor. “Not if?”
I smiled broadly at her, not bothering to answer her question.
She laughed softly, her eyes searching mine as she took her lower lip into her mouth and bit it. I could feel my cock swell just by watching her. “I’m sorry that I’m making this weird. I really like you, Wyatt. I can’t even remember the last time I liked someone who liked me back. That isn’t really what I’mused to.”
The men in this town were all raging idiots for not chasing after this woman, but thank fuck for that. Hell, I was one of those guys too. Maeve was just too damn good. Wholesome and sweet. When all I wanted was to screw around and have a good time, Maeve would have run the other way, as she should have.
I wanted this woman fiercely, but was I ready to try for something real? Get past the superficial relations I had been having? Maeve deserved that. All of the women I had been with did. The only thing I could say for myself was that I was always honest and up-front with them. But Maeve? I couldn’t just screw around with Maeve. I didn’t want to.
“Don’t apologize. I likeyou, Maeve. A lot. Tell me something, what are you used to? What kind of men do you usually go after?” I asked her. “Let me guess—lean, book-smart guys who wear sweater vests,” I teased.
“Ha ha, very funny.” She rolled onto her back so she was no longer facing me. I desperately wanted to put my hands on her body. Let them skim across her stomach, wrap around her waist, grip her hip, but I didn’t. I told her I wouldn’t touch her, and the last thing I wanted to do was make her uncomfortable. “Honestly, I would absolutely date Mr. Sweater Vest. It’s Mr. Sweater Vest who doesn’t want to date me. And that isn’t to say that no one has ever been interested in me. It just isn’t so much that they like me as much as they want something from me. Can I tell you a secret?”
“Anything,” I answered quietly. My breath was caught in my throat. Her voice sounded so dejected. I was afraid that if I spoke too loudly, she would realize that she wasn’t just talking aloud, that I was waiting on bated breath for her everyword.
“That night, against the wall… that was the first time I have ever, you know, orgasmed,” she said. Her face was flushed, and her hands came up to her face like she was trying to hide.
My resolve to not touch her imploded. I reached out and grabbed her hand closest to me, pulling it away from her face. “Don’t hide, doll. Just because you’ve been with shit men before, that’s nothing foryouto be embarrassed about.” I let go of her hand and ran my thumb across her cheek, loving the feeling of her soft skin. “Do you mean the first time you came during sex or ever?”
She closed her eyes tightly, her face scrunched up like she didn’t want to answer the question.
“Not even when they were licking your pussy?” The idea of someone else’s head between her legs had me seeing red. But if she had given someone that honor, did they not deliver for her? Or had she not been introduced to that particular pleasure yet?
“No. He would stop before I finished. He just wanted to get to the next phase or was anxious for me to reciprocate. Can we stop talking about this now? I know I said I wanted to talk, but let’s find a different topic.”
I rolled my body to hover over her, not touching her anywhere except our calves. My breathing was ragged as I took a moment to let my eyes wander over her. “Tell me I can touch you, Maeve. Tell me you want me to. I want to show you what a real man can do for you, and I have no intention of stopping.”
Her eyes searched mine, the depth of her stare pulling me under. “Okay,” she whispered.
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