Page 155 of Only With Me
“Can I sit on you quickly?” I nod toward his lap.
“You think you’re up for it?”
“For sittin’? Yeah, pretty sure I can manage that,” I quip.
He teasingly rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”
Once he lifts the steering wheel, he pulls the lever underneath the bench seat. “Hop on.” He pats his lap like I’m getting on a saddle.
I crawl over, straddle his thighs, and then wrap my arms around his neck.
“I’ve been wantin’ to tell you something, and I think now’s the perfect moment for it.”
His hands grasp my hips, then pulls me in closer. “Okay.”
I nervously rub my hand over his cheek, playing with his scruffy jawline.
“We’ve been through so much together in a short amount of time, but I can’t imagine a better man for me. Someone who’s been nothin’ but kind and patient as well as sweet and caring to my family. I’ve experienced all my firsts with you, and I’m so glad I did, because I’m head over heels in love with you, Waylon.”
His face splits in two as he grabs my chin and tenderly brings my mouth to his. Then he rests his forehead on mine. “I’m madly in love with you, Harlow. I have been for a long time, and honestly that’s a first for me, too. My feelings for you are the strongest I’ve ever had for someone.”
“Really?” I bite down on my lower lip, leaning back so I can look at him. “How come you haven’t told me this before?”
He gently brushes the hair out of my face. “Because I woulda ran you off if I’d said it the first time you were sittin’ on my lap like this.”
I snort at his implication that he’s been in love with me that long.
Maybe he has.
“Does this mean I get invited to scrapbookin’ night now?”
He snickers, shaking his head. “Nope, sorry.”
“That’s so unfair. I’m gonna haveta talk to upper management about this.”
He leans into my neck and slides his tongue under my ear before capturing it between his teeth.
“Patience, my love.”
“I have none.” I rock against his groin, attempting to tease him enough to make him hard.
He gently squeezes my hips. “Harlow…”
His deep warning voice makes me want him more.
“As much as I wanna fuck you to the moon and back, we haveta wait for your check up.”
I playfully pout, frowning.
“You had a serious attack on you two weeks ago.”
“Okay, and? You can’t be gentle?”
“Of course I can, especially when it’ll be your first time, which is why it’s even more important we don’t rush it with your injuries.”
I know he’s right, but that doesn’t make it easier to wait when I’ve wanted him for so long.
“But I’d be happy to help you get off if you need some assistance…” He lifts his hips, poking me with his cock.
