“Weston, please,” I whimpered, my hands fisting in his dark hair.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his brown eyes burning with desire. “Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
“I need you to put your dick inside me,” I gasped as his hands roamed lower.
With a gleam in his eye, he swept everything off the workbench behind me before carefully helping me lie back against the surface.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” he growled.
I liked the sound of that.
His hands made quick work of my panties, and then his mouth was everywhere—my neck, my breasts, the sensitive spot just below my ear.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he murmured against my skin. “I used to lie awake at night, remembering how you tasted, how you felt wrapped around me.”
His words sent liquid heat pooling between my thighs, and I was practically writhing beneath him.
When his fingers found me, slick and ready, I cried out.
“Shh, baby,” he whispered. “Don’t want to wake up Pete. He’d probably shoot me.”
I bit my lip, trying to stay quiet as he worked me with his fingers.
Then he added his mouth to the mix, and that talented tongue with the steel bar through the middle had me screaming to the heavens.
“I need you inside me,” I panted, tugging at his belt buckle. “Please, Weston. I need to feel you.”
He groaned against my skin. “Fuck, the things you do to me.” He pulled back long enough to shed the rest of his clothes, and then he was settling between my thighs, the heat of him making me crazy with want.
“Are you sure?” he asked one more time, his forehead pressed against mine.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Holding my stare, he slowly pushed inside me, filling me completely, and it was like coming home after years of being lost.
We both froze in the moment, overwhelmed by the sensation of finally being joined together as one again.
“Hattie,” he whispered, my name broken and reverent on his lips.
“I know,” I whispered back, locking my legs around his waist so he couldn’t pull away. “I feel it too.”
Then he started to move, and all coherent thoughts fled my mind.
His hips snapped, faster and harder, taking me higher and higher.
“Yes!” I hissed. God yes. Having him inside me was better than I remembered. Better than any of my dreams.
This was my Weston loving me like I was his whole world.
“I love you,” he groaned, his face buried in my neck. “Never stopped loving you, not for a single goddamn day.”
Tears pricked at my eyes. “I love you too. So much.”
When my orgasm finally crashed over me, it was with his name on my lips and his arms wrapped around me.
He followed seconds later, my name a broken chant as he planted himself deep and stayed there like he never wanted to leave.
We stayed just like that, both of us breathing hard, trying to process what had just happened.
