He switches sides, and pleasure sparks sharp enough to make my breath falter.
“Wade,” I gasp, my voice breaking around the edges. “I’m… I can’t hold it…”
“I’ve got you,” he says against my skin, his voice thick with devotion and hunger, his hand tugging my hips into him hard. “Let go.”
And I do, pleasure cresting fast, sweeping through me in waves that steal my breath and arch my back. My fingers diginto his shoulders, my cry muffled against his hair as my body shudders with release. Milk spills warm against his mouth, and he groans like the taste is a gift.
He holds me tight through the entire tremor, whispering low, steady words I barely register but feel down to my bones. “Good girl,” he whispers. “Good girl,” and I feel his praise so deeply it brings fresh tears to my eyes.
When I finally sag against him, boneless and breathless, he wraps his arms around me, one hand splayed wide across my spine, the other cupping the back of my thigh. A protector’s hold. A lover’s hold.
“You still want me?” he murmurs against my temple.
I lift my head, take his face in both hands, and kiss him with every ounce of truth I have left. It feels greedy to want these moments for me. The last eighteen months have been solely focused on my son, and in that time, I lost touch with who I am and what I desire.
But in Wade’s arms, pieces of the girl I was are slipping back into place. I can be a mother and also a woman who craves the touch of a man. At least, I want to believe that.
“More than anything,” I breathe, kissing him again. “More than anything.”
Chapter 13
Wade
“Lift up,” I tell her, my voice thick.
She rises onto her knees, thighs bracketing mine, her breath brushing my cheek as I shove my waistband down and free my cock. It springs out, thick and hard, the head already slick and ready. She glances down, and her eyes widen.
“Give me your hand.”
She does, and I close my eyes at the pressure of her small, soft palm wrapped around my length, so different from my own. Her touch is tentative. Is it inexperience, or does she want to tease me? Her hand braces on my shoulder, palm pressed flat against my back. She twists her grip, and I grunt with pleasure. Fuck. I need to get inside her before I embarrass myself.
“What do you want?” I ask, meeting her glazed eyes with my own half-lidded gaze.
“To feel this inside me.”
“You’re sure?”
Her cheeks heat. “I only did it once, Wade. And I got pregnant. I feel like I have no idea how it’s supposed to feel, even though I’m a momma. It’s all backwards—I never learned how it’s really supposed to be between a man and a woman.”
I cup her cheek. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I’ll show you what it’s like when a man who knows what he’s doing claims a woman.”
She looks down, watching as I slide my fingers into her panties, circling her clit, coaxing her pleasure then seeking her wetness. I push two fingers deep, remembering how tight she was and wanting to do my best to make this good and without pain. She groans as I spread my fingers, stretching her tight little hole.
“You need me to wear a condom?” I ask. “I’ve been tested, and it’s been a while.”
She shakes her head. “I had an IUD fitted after I had my son.”
I nod, the thought of going in raw sending me half feral. I wouldn’t do this with just anyone, but I want this to feel natural for both of us.
When she’s ready, I slowly guide her down onto me, keeping one hand wrapped around the base of my cock, the other firm at her waist. Joelle sinks inch by inch, her heat swallowing me so gradually I nearly lose control. She’s soaked, warm, andtight. Her mouth falls open as mine clenches shut.
“Goddamn,” I whisper. “You feel like heaven.”
She lets out a shaky breath as she bottoms out, her hips resting against mine. We breathe deeply, our mouths close but not touching. Her forehead touches mine, her bodytrembling, her nipples brushing my chest. One of them leaks again, forming a slow, warm trickle against my skin.
“You okay?” I ask, barely getting the words out.
She nods, cheeks flushed, lips parted. “It feels… good.”
