Page 81 of Wild Love

She leaned over, pressing her palms against the cool glass, her legs spread wide.

I let out a shaky breath. This woman was all mine, and she loved me. Nothing else mattered. We'd figure it out. We had to. Because the love of a lifetime didn't come around every day.

Scarlett was it for me.

I touched her pussy, which was dripping wet. I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked her essence off my finger.

Scarlett looked over her shoulder at me, her expression filled with want.

"I know what you need, baby." I gripped her hips, lining my dick up with her entrance. Then with one thrust, I was seated tothe hilt. Fuck. I stilled, letting out a breath, wondering how I'd ever gotten so lucky.

She squirmed, encouraging me to move.

I pulled out, watching the spot where we were joined. I could see her face in the reflection of the window, and her eyes were closed.

"Watch me while I fuck you."

Her eyes popped open.

"See what you do to me."

She moaned, her pussy squeezing my cock.

I groaned as I gripped her hips more tightly. It was as if she'd fly away if I didn't hold on to her. Then I let loose, moving with abandon. I was lost to the sensation of her walls squeezing me tight and the moans and whimpers she made. I wanted her to come on my cock.

I reached around, tweaking her nipples, then moved one hand to her clit, rubbing it with my thumb. She arched against me, changing the angle.

It was too much. The orgasm crashed through me at the same time she went off. I rode the wave and the aftershocks, wondering if I'd ever be okay without her in my life.

Or would I always feel this ache in my heart for a woman I couldn't fully possess? How did one claim someone who needed to fly? I couldn't hold her down or cage her. I had to set her free.

I took a deep breath, then pulled out, watching my release spill from her body. I touched her, and she jumped, still sensitive after her orgasm.

"This is so hot." I loved seeing my seed spilling from her body. I could see her belly swollen with my child. She was mine. I just had to get her to see that. She could have it all and me. She'd travel but always come back to me. It wasn't ideal, but I'd take whatever I could get.

Resigned to that plan, I went to grab a washcloth. When Ireturned, she was pulling her dress over her head. I lifted it to wash her. "Want to take a shower together?"

She bit her lip like she wanted to say something more, but she didn't. "That sounds nice."

I took her hand, leaving our leftovers on the table. I'd take care of them later.

We showered, and I lifted her against the wall and slipped inside of her again. This time was slower, more intimate. And we fell into bed exhausted. It was a long day between the skydiving, talking to Chance, and spilling my feelings to Scarlett.

I'd opened up to everyone. I just hoped it would be enough.

19

SCARLETT

Our relationship shifted the other night at Eli's apartment. He'd cooked me dinner, the setting romantic with the candlelight, flowers, and music. Then he'd declared he loved me. I'd never felt so secure and accepted.

Even when my family said they loved me, I didn't feel it in my body. I doubted their words because, in the same breath, they'd ask why I couldn't be different, more like Chance or even Marigold. It had hurt and made me feel like there was no one who could love me for me.

I was starting to think that Eli might be that person for me. He loved me unconditionally. He wouldn't ask me to change. He'd let me be the person I was meant to me, and that was so freeing. I felt like I belonged, and it wasn't in this town necessarily but with Eli. Whether we lived in his condo or somewhere else.

The rest of the week, I was busy ensuring the final details of the performance were perfect. We were completing the sets, making final adjustments to the costumes to fit the kids, and perfecting their lines. I was so nervous, which was ridiculous. Iwasn't the one performing. But this felt bigger than any other performance I'd been a part of before. It felt like a test.

I was at the theater by myself on Wednesday night when I got a call from a number I didn't recognize. Thinking it could be a job opportunity, I answered it. "Scarlett St. Claire."

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