She rolls her hips, a testing grind, finding her rhythm. My hands grip her tighter as I fight the instinct to take control and drive up into her.
Not yet.
I want to let her move. Let herownthis. Let her take back something she lost, or rather, something that was taken. The suspicion that her son’s father might have used her put murder on my mind. But I brush away that fury, needing to focus on the woman in my arms.
Her breath catches each time she rocks forward, her clit pressing against my pelvis, the friction enough to stimulate.
And her breasts sway all the while, heavy and flushed and leaking, like her body can’t hold anything back anymore.
I bring my mouth to one of them again andsuck, deep and deliberate, lips sealed, tongue flicking across her nipple until she cries out, her entire body jolting in my lap.
She rides me harder, the wet slap of her thighs against mine filling the room. Her moans are so loud, I fear Caleb will come looking. If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay away until I tell him otherwise.
I slick my thumb over my tongue and press it to her clit, rubbing as she thrusts. It takes barely any time to unlock her pleasure.
“Wade—” she gasps. “I’m gonna—”
“Do it,” I growl against her breast. “Come for me.”
And shedoes, loud and raw, her body clamping down around me like she’s trying to hold meinsideforever. Milk spills between us, my cock throbs, and I can’t hold backanother second.
I pull her flush against me, bury my face in her neck, andfuckinto her hard, every thrust claiming her beautiful, lush body for my own. She gasps with each stroke, still trembling, still leaking.
I come hard, hips locked, cock pulsing inside her in thick waves. It feels endless—a release I’ve been holding back since the moment I saw her step onto my porch, full and flushed.
Mine. The word growls its way through my mind as I grip her to me, never wanting to let her go.
When it’s done, we don’t speak. We breathe, tangled together, sweat and milk and heat between us, my cock still pulsing inside her, her body soft and trembling against mine.
“Good girl,” I murmur against her ear. “You aresucha good girl, Joelle.”
And she shivers in my arms, enjoying the praise.
She’s wrecked.
And so am I.
Tonight she’s not going to sleep in the spare room. Tonight, she’ll sleep wrapped in my arms.
Chapter 14
Joelle
Wade scoops me into his arms with one fluid motion and starts up the stairs like I weigh no more than his saddle. My head rests against his shoulder, the steady thump of his heartbeat soothing as I come down from the greatest high I’ve ever experienced.
My legs are weak, thighs slick, every nerve raw from what happened downstairs. I should be embarrassed and ashamed for the desperate sounds I made and how easily I gave in to my urges and Wade’s seduction. But all I can think of is howgoodit felt. How absolutelyright.
The bedroom smells of leather, soap, and something smoky that settles deep in my chest. He lays me down with care on cool, clean sheets. The mattress dips under my weight, and I pull the blanket to my chin.
“You cold?” he asks.
I nod, even though it’s more than that. I’m not confident enough to let him see my body all spread out this way.Uncertainty coils an ugly path inside me.
He leaves for a moment, then comes back with a glass of water, helping me to sit up to drink and watching to make sure I finish.
Then he takes a warm cloth and kneels between my legs again. Carefully, he wipes along the tender insides of my thighs, between my folds, over the places that still hum with sensitivity.
“You alright?” he asks quietly.
