“I caught some shrapnel in my leg. That’s what the scar there is from. I couldn’t do anything to help, and I don’t remember much else because I passed out from the pain, or blood loss. I’m not totally sure, I just know I woke up in the hospital. That’s where I learned just how many of my men died that day. Those of us that survived weren’t the same.”
He still isn’t looking at me, just at the floor like he’s lost in his mind as he retells the worst day he’s gone through.
“Even the guys that survived are gone now. My copilot, Chris, just…” He trails off and this must have been what made him completely spiral.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to say it.”
His shoulders drop in relief.
“Thank you for telling me,” I say softly. “I just want you to know that I’m glad you’re here.”
Now he looks at me, complete and total vulnerability in his eyes. “I’m here because of you. You’re my reason. My everything. My angel.”
I want to kiss him so badly, but I don’t want to push any further than I already have. He must see it, or maybe he wants it too, because he cups my cheeks, swiping the tears I didn’t even realize had fallen. He brings our faces closer together, my eyesalready falling shut with just the smallest brush of his lips against mine. “Only an angel could make me fall in love like you have.”
His mouth is on mine before I can respond, which is good because there’s nothing I can say. My mind has gone blank at his confession—what I think he’s telling me. It really clears out when he kisses me, and when his tongue glides along the seam of my lips I let him in, easily. He kisses me like he needs me more than air. He kisses me like his life truly depends on it.
And I do the same.
I never thought we would end up here, like this, but nothing has ever felt so right, either. Especially when he lays me back on the bed, hovering his body over mine while he kisses me deeply. When he settles his hips between my thighs I feel how hard he is against me, and can’t hold back a moan.
“You know what I really need right now?” he asks, keeping his mouth just out of reach as he pins my wrists down by the side of my head and I whimper in protest.
“Hm?”
“I need to feel your sweet pussy.”
I try to arch up into him, but he’s holding me down, so I nod. “Yes, whatever you need, it’s yours. I’m yours.”
He moves the neckline of my shirt, and I know what he’s looking for, but it’s not there.
“Why aren’t you wearing the necklace I gave you?”
I swallow roughly. “Because I wasn’t sure if you still wanted me to be yours and it felt wrong to wear it if I wasn’t anymore.”
“I’m sorry I made you question that, but I want to make something very clear to you.” His voice takes a serious tone, the gruff, sexy one he usually has with me in bed. I try to clench my thighs together, but it only makes me feel him even more and I try not to get too distracted. “You’ve been mine, and you’ll continue to be mine. The only one with the power to end this, is you. Because I’m yours completely.”
I gasp, the tears starting to well up in my eyes again, and I can’t hold it back any longer. I need him to know how I feel. He’s been able to tell me so much more than I ever expected him to. He’s confessed feelings for me while I’ve hardly been able to form a sentence.
“I’m yours, Wes. I love yo—” He doesn’t let me finish before he kisses me senseless once again.
I’m not complaining. Everything has felt so heavy and with his lips on mine, I start to feel lighter. Or maybe it’s from admitting what I’ve known for awhile now, actually putting it out there feels so good. Almost as good as it feels when he slides his hand into my pants and underwear, swiping his finger through my wetness and I’m already moaning for more.
He gives me exactly what he knows I need, rubbing tight circles on my clit that have me writhing underneath him. He groans into my mouth and pulls his hand away, causing me to cry out in protest.
He doesn’t make me wait long before he’s pushing my pants off my hips, but I want to scream as he removes himself from my body to pull them off completely.
“Take your shirt off, Angel, I want to feel every inch of your skin against mine.”
I don’t hesitate to do just that, watching him do the same so he’s completely bare in front of me. I scoot to the end of the bed, looking up at him. I run my fingers along his skin, the indented V that leads like an arrow to his cock. Up his toned ab muscles, to his hard pecs, then down his toned arms until I’m taking his hands in mine, intertwining our fingers.
“Remind me what it feels like to be yours. Show me what your love feels like.”
CHAPTER 48
Wes
I wantto get lost in the control, to let go completely and fall into our primal habits when we’re in bed together. I also want to savor every single second I can with her. I want to show her that I’ll never let her go again, that this is real and that she means more to me than anything else in this entire world.
