Page 110 of I Saw Her First

“I was going crazy without you, baby.” His mouth moves across my jaw, my neck, down to my chest, while his hand slides my dress up my thighs. “I missed the way you feel, the way you smell.” Then his eyes flick up to mine, dark and hungry, as he slides my panties down my legs. “The way you taste.”

His head disappears between my thighs, and a second later pleasure surges through me as his tongue finds my most sensitive spot.

“Fuck, babygirl,” he rasps, devouring me greedily. “You taste so good. Like you’re mine.”

“All yours,” I whimper in response, inching closer to my release, but I don’t get there because he rises to his feet, urgently unbuttoning his pants.

“I need to be inside you,” he says, eyes wild. “Now.” He shucks his pants and boxer briefs, then slips his suit jacket off, until he’s only in his shirt and tie, his erection straining toward me. When he starts to loosen the tie, I bat his hands away, taking hold of it and tugging him close.

“Leave this on. It’s sexy.” My hands find his cock and take hold of him, so hot and hard in my palm. I guide him to my entrance, already soaked with need for him, and when he thrusts hard into me, I throw my head back and moan.

We lie like that for a few beats, Weston buried to the hilt inside me, savoring the feel of us finally being one again. I can feel his heart drumming against mine, and tears blur my eyes. How could I have walked away from this man?

“I love you, Weston,” I whisper, and when he brings his gaze to mine, his eyes are wet too.

“Daisy…” He peppers kisses across my cheek. “I love you so much. I’m never letting you go, you got that?”

My heart fills my chest, pressing against my ribcage. “Good.” I hold him tighter. “Because I wouldn’t let you.”

He rolls us onto our sides, wrapping his arms around my back, holding me tight into his chest as we rock together, hands traversing each other’s skin, mouths fused. It only lasts a few more minutes before we both reach our breaking point, falling apart in each other’s arms. Then we lie there, clutching each other tight for what feels like an hour. When we finally part, Weston searches my eyes, his expression serious.

“I know it’s not good with Jess,” he murmurs, stroking my cheek, “and I can only hope that one day he’ll come around, but we can’t put our life on hold for him anymore. We can’t only betogether when life is good. We need each other when it’s hard, too. I need you always.”

Always.

God, how did I get lucky enough to end up here, with this man?

“I need you always too,” I whisper, turning my face into his palm.

“I meant it when I told you to come home. I want you here with me, baby. Ineedyou here.” He tilts my face back, so I meet his gaze as he swallows hard. “Will you move in with me? Make this house feel like a home again?”

I try to fight off the grin tugging at my mouth, but it’s hopeless because there is nothing I want more.

Snuggling in close, I bury my nose in his shirt, letting out the softest, happiest sigh.

“I can’t imagine being anywhere else.”

43

Weston

Three and a half months later

“Will you stop being so impatient?”

Daisy pulls the turkey from the oven and sets it on the counter, shaking her head at me in mock irritation. I know she’s only pretending because of the way she’s biting back a smile. The way she’s looking at me, with love in her eyes. It’s what this house had been missing for years, and finally, it’s overflowing with love again. So much love.

“I can’t help it,” I say, sliding my arms around her apron-clad waist from behind. “It smells delicious.”

She gives me a quick peck over her shoulder, then elbows me away so she can stir the gravy bubbling on the stove, throwing in some fresh parsley. I offered to help her—hell, I offered to cook the entire thing myself, it’s the least she deserves—but she insisted on cooking a full Christmas dinner for us. I can’t say I don’t love it. She looks so damn good in here, so comfortable, so at home. Right where she belongs, with me. Not a day goes by that I don’t thank God for this woman. Everything about her makes me a better man, and I like to think I make her better too.

Daisy has been busy with her photography since the wedding and was even booked for another paid gig. I’ve never been more proud. She’s considering enrolling in the photography program at the New York Film Academy, but I’m still talking her into letting me pay for it. Why shouldn’t I? I have the money, and I’ll do anything to support her dream. I’ll do anything for her.

I want to do a lot more than pay for her tuition—I want to ask her to marry me. I never dreamed I would feel this way about a woman again, and I know without a doubt that she’s who I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’m quite certain she feels the same.

But without Jess in our lives, it doesn’t feel right. It’s one thing for Daisy and I to be together, but to get married without my son? Without him helping me celebrate what I know will be one of the best days of my life? The thought makes my chest ache.

I’ve tried for months to get in touch with him—sending emails, reaching out again to Rex—but I’ve come to terms with the fact that Jess isn’t ready to forgive me, and there’s a chance he never will be. If that’s the case… then I’ll have to find a way to live with it.

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