“Take off your bra,” I instruct, reaching for my fly.
She does, and utter lust tears through me at the sight of this beautiful woman naked and spread out before me.Mywoman.
I remove my clothes, and she drops her stare to my jutting cock. “Holy fuck,” she whispers, licking her lips. “You’re huge.”
“It’s all for you, dragonfly,” I state, returning to my place between her thighs as my cock twitches. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.”
I haven’t. And that’s significant. It’s as if my heart and soul have found my reason for being alive. I’ve found my truth. And it’s her.
Swallowing, I skim one hand up the length of her side, brushing my thumb over her exquisite nipple as I lower myself down to her. “Waverly...” I murmur, my cock nudging her opening. Parting her lips. Dipping into her heat. “Do you want me to get a condom?”
She smooths her hands over my ribs and up around my neck, threading her fingers into my hair. “I’m protected,” she whispers. “IUD. And I trust you. In my very heart, I trust you.”
“I think I fucking love you.” The impossible words fall from me on a breath as I slowly, slowly sink my entire length into her.
She arches, rolling her hips into my thrust, and I surrender myself to the concentrated perfection of her body.
When she comes, I come with her, our cries in harmony, our bodies in sync.
And when she falls asleep tucked into my body like she was created to be there, I press my face to the back of her neck and wonder how the hell I could fall in love so fast.
And what do I do about it now?
Chapter Eight
Waverly
Blinking awake, I lay motionless on my side for a moment, enjoying the amazing sensation of Jake Conroy spooning me in his sleep. Arms I know are strong enough to lift me—not an easy feat—snug around my waist, tucking me into the curve of his body. My butt nestles against his groin, and a rather impressive morning erection presses to my sex. If I wriggle my hips a little, would he penetrate me again?
Do it.
I carefully extract myself from his hold, slip off the bed, and tiptoe to the bathroom. I need to have a conversation with myself, and I can’t do that with Jake’s warmth kissing my body.
Closing the bathroom door, I meet my stare in the mirror.
“Okay,” I whisper, trying to tame my bed hair with my fingers. “You don’t do one-night stands. So what was last night?”
Amazing. Incredible. Life-changing.
Yes, that’s exactly what it was. But…
I frown at myself. “Did Jake say he thinks he loves me?”
I think I fucking love you.His whisper last night slips through my mind, a breath of a memory. Was I meant to hear it? Did I hear it correctly? I swallow, my heart thumping hard in my throat. Am I imagining that’s what he said because I…
“Think I love him as well?” I murmur, staring at myself.
The second the words leave me, I know they’re true. It’s a foolish idea to fall in love in…what? Less than twelve hours? But it’s true. I’ve never felt so comfortable with someone, so alive and…and…positive.
What do I do now? Love wasn’t on my bingo card when I left Sydney to come up here. Photographing the wallaby was my purpose. Graduating first in my class was my purpose. Landing a job at one of Australia’s best zoos or wildlife conservation and rehabilitation institutes was my purpose. I can’t do any of those things if I’m in love. Right?
Sure you can. People commute. People do long-distance relationships. People make the tricky things work. For love.
Scrunching up my face, I let out a shaky laugh. I’m getting a little ahead of myself here. I honestly have no idea what Jake said. All I really know is he’s utterly in my heart now, and that’s a confusingwhoa.
I frown at my reflection. “Well, you can’t stay in here all morning. Go kiss him awake and see what happens.”
Cleaning my teeth as best as I can with my finger and some of Jake’s toothpaste, I study myself one last time in the mirror and then make my way back to the bedroom.
