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“I mean it, Ivy,” he continues, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “What we have, it isn’t just about sex. I’ve been with people who knew every move, but it never felt like this.”
I drop my gaze from his, overwhelmed by what he’s implying.
He uses his finger to lift my chin, waiting until my eyes find his. “You don’t have anything to prove to me, Ivy. You don’t have to do anything to make yourself more. I already want you exactly as you are.”
I let out a shaky breath and nod, feeling the tension in my chest ebbing away. I’ve carried this weight for so long, the fear that I’d never be enough, and somehow, with just a few words, he’s unraveling that fear like it was never real.
I brush a kiss onto his shoulder and drop my head there, breathing him in.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He presses a kiss on my head. “You don’t need to thank me for knowing how incredible you are.”
I let out a quiet laugh that’s tinged with disbelief. There’s no reason to doubt him. Everything he’s said, everything he’s done, the way he makes me feel, it’s all starting to sink in. And maybe I’m beginning to believe he means every word.
Feeling more confident, I lift my head from his shoulder and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. My hand finds the waistband of his sleep shorts, and without breaking the kiss, he lifts his hips, helping me ease them down.
I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his length, and gasp into his mouth at the size of him. Pulling back just enough to look down, I stare at where my hand is wrapped around him.
“Jesus,” I say. “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.”
Wyatt chuckles, brushing his lips over mine.
“It will, baby. I promise.”
He brings his hand over mine, guiding my movements until I find a rhythm. Then he lets go, his head tipping back as a low moan slips from his lips.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he groans. “That feels so good.”
I keep moving my hand over him, my breath catching when he reaches up and rolls one of my nipples between his fingers. A moan slips from my lips, the sensation sending sparks through me. His touch winds me tighter with each passing second, my strokes over him growing faster and less controlled.
He moves his hand from my nipple, sliding his fingers along my inner thigh until he finds my clit, making me gasp. I press a kiss to his neck, my breathing ragged as his touch sends shivers through me.
“You’re so wet for me, Ivy,” he says, his voice strained. “I’m close, baby. Can you come again for me?”
I nod, knowing I’m right there with him, every touch pulling me closer to the edge. My heart’s pounding as I kiss him deeply, losing myself in the way his body connects with mine. My orgasm is racing toward me, and as he pinches my clit, I fall over the edge, my whole body shaking. My release seems to draw his out, his hips jolting as he groans, spilling into my hand.
“God, Ivy. That was incredible,” he says, his breathing ragged.
My cheeks flush with heat and I drop my head onto his chest, my hand still wrapped around him. We lie in silence for a few minutes, Wyatt holding me while we both catch our breath.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.”He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom.
After a steamy shower where Wyatt takes his time with me, leaving me breathless and wrung out all over again, I’m completely spent. All I want now is to curl up in his arms and drift off to sleep.
As Wyatt pulls me back into bed, wrapping his arms around me, I bury my face in his chest and close my eyes. With his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, I realize I’ve never felt this wanted.
I never thought I’d get this. Him. Us.
And lying here now, in his arms, I realize I’ve never been this happy in my entire life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Wyatt
It’s the night before Nash and Paisley’s wedding, and Ivy and I are at her place, getting ready to head over to my parents’ house for the evening. Since we got back from Phoenix on Monday, I’ve spent every night with her in my arms, and I could stay that way forever.
My offer on the Willow Street property was accepted, and I can’t wait for it to be mine. For it to be ours. I want to build a life with her, but I haven’t told her that yet. I don’t want to scare her off. I’m trying to take things slow, not push too hard or fast. This is all new to her, and we’ve only been official a short time. But she’s been part of my life for so long, and deep down, I think she might be it for me.
