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“I’m close,” Wyatt gasps, before dropping his lips to mine. “I want you to come again,” he mutters against my mouth.
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can, baby. I’ve got you.”
He snakes his hand between us and circles my clit, a moan escaping my lips.
“Okay, maybe I can,” I admit, my head dropping back and my eyes fluttering closed.
The feeling of him moving inside me while his fingers tease me is all-consuming. It’s like everything is building all at once, and it’s more intense than anything I’ve felt before.
After a few minutes, I’m right on the edge. “Oh, God, fuck! I’m going to come,” I mumble, my words barely coherent.
“Come for me, Ivy. Come on my cock.”
His words are the final push, sending me tumbling over the edge as a wave of pleasure crashes through me. I cry out his name, trembling beneath him, and moments later, he follows with a moan, collapsing against me, his face buried in my shoulder.
Our breathing is ragged, and our bodies are damp with sweat. I wrap my arms around him, grounding myself in the feel of him. When he finally lifts his head, his gaze finds mine, and the connection between us feels deeper than ever.
“That was amazing,” he says as he brushes a tender kiss across my lips. “You should know... it's never felt like this before. Not with anyone.”
My breath catches as his words wrap around me, chasing away every last doubt.
“It hasn’t?” I whisper, my eyes wide with surprise.
He shakes his head, and a smile spreads across my face.
“It was amazing for me too, Wyatt. Thank you for making it so incredible. I never pictured myself in this moment with you, but now that I’m here, I can’t imagine being here with anyone else.”
He smiles, his thumb brushing across my cheek. “You have no idea how much it means to hear you say that. I spent so long feeling like something in my life was just… off. And then you walked into that charity auction, and suddenly, everything was different. Being with you felt right, even if none of it made sense at the time.”
“It makes sense now.”
“Yeah, baby. It does.” He kisses me again. “I’ll just clean up.”
He eases out of me, and I flinch slightly at the tenderness. His brows draw together.
“I hate that I hurt you,” he says. “Want to soak in the tub? It might help.”
I shake my head. “In the morning. Right now, I just want to fall asleep in your arms.”
His expression softens. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”
He’s only gone a minute before he’s back and sliding naked under the comforter. His arms circle my waist, and he pulls me back against his hard chest as he drops a kiss on my shoulder.
“Night, baby,” he murmurs against my skin.
I tilt my head and press my lips to his.
“Night, Wyatt.”
I love being this close to him, and as my eyes grow heavy, one thought settles over me. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more whole than I do right now.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Wyatt
It’s been a little over a week since Nash and Paisley’s wedding, and today, they’re back from their honeymoon. Everyone’s gathering at the lake, not just to welcome them home, but also to see me off. I leave for Phoenix tomorrow to start pre-season training. I’ll come back whenever I can, but with nine sessions lined up and the first pre-season game on the horizon, it’ll be at least a month before I’m back in Hope Creek.
