“With your oral skills, there could probably be a thousand repeat performances.”
“Is that so?” she teases as she leans down and kisses my chest while also looking up at me through her eyelashes. “Did you like that then?”
She is the sexiest woman alive.
“I loved it, especially when you cupped my balls too. Just the right amount of sloppy.”
She giggles. “I like that you’re not ashamed to talk about it afterward. I like knowing what you like and don’t like.”
“I think it’s a necessary part of a relationship, but especially sex. I don’t think enough people are open about what they want or who they are.”
She smiles back at me, kissing my chest again. “I like this moment right here, too. You’re so primal when you take me, and then I get this sweet side of you, too. It’s nice.”
I tug her in even tighter. My hand lazily draws circles on her back as we lie there for a bit, coming down from our highs together.
“Will you stay the night with me?” she asks softly.
“Absolutely. You’d have to throw me out to get me to leave you right now.”
She grins up at me before she settles in and puts her head on my chest. She lets out a long sigh, and I feel her body relax.
There’s no turning back now.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sutton
Iwake up to the steady rhythm of Wade’s breathing, his chest rising and falling beneath my cheek. The first thing I notice is the warmth—his body heat wrapping around me like a cocoon. His arm is draped over my waist, heavy and secure, and I’m nestled so close to him that I can feel the slow, steady thump of his heartbeat against my skin. For a moment, I don’t move. I just lie there, letting the quiet peace of the morning settle over me. I smile to myself and inhale the sweet moment.
I asked him to stay, and he did. He held me all night long, and I didn’t know how much I needed that. It felt so nice. In the warmth of his arms, I feel happy, strong, protected, and safe.
I don’t know that I’ve ever felt like this before. I’ve never woken up in the morning, wanting to stay in bed for as long as possible. I’m always the woman who rolls over, puts her feet on the floor, and is ready to hit the ground running.
Right now, I don’t want to move and cause this moment to end. I want this every day for the rest of my life.
It feels nice. I’ve never felt so safe in my life.
It feels like… home.
Holy shit.
The realization hits hard, and I suck in a sharp breath, my chest tightening as the thought takes root. Home. The word echoes in my mind, and I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the absurdity of it. I blow out my breath slowly, trying to steady myself.
This is Wade, for God’s sake.
Wade, with his quiet strength and his maddening smirks and those damn kisses on my forehead that are starting to feel like a promise I’m not sure I’m ready to claim.
He’s the same man who, in high school, had a different girlfriend every night.
“Mmmm, good morning, beautiful,” Wade whispers.
His voice is rough with sleep, the deep rumble of it vibrating through me. He tightens his arm around me, pulling me closer as he presses a kiss to the top of my head.
Damn him and those kisses. They’re going to be the death of me.
“Good morning.”
He shifts slightly, and I tilt my head up to look at him. His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction, and his eyes are heavy-lidded with sleep. He’s so damn handsome it’s unfair, especially when he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
