Page 80 of I'll Keep Her Safe

“No apologies. That was so hot, Poppy. Feeling you come on my tongue. I could do that all night.”

I chuff a laugh, pushing his hair back from his forehead. As much as I’d like that, there’s something I want more.

Our lips meet as I draw his mouth to mine, tasting myself on his tongue. He’s hard against my thigh, and I tug him on top of me, between my legs. His cock settles at my entrance. With a gentle nudge, he sinks inside me, and we share a moan at the feeling of him filling me, the way we fit together perfectly.

“Fuck, baby,” he grates out, giving a slow roll of his hips. “Since Napa, I’ve thought of nothing but being back inside you.”

I smile, dragging my lips over his shoulder, the soft skin of his neck. “Me too. I touched myself last night, thinking about the way you fucked me. How good it felt.”

Wyatt lifts his upper body, changing the angle as he drives himself deeper. “You’ve touched yourself thinking about me?”

“Yes,” I rasp. “Many times.”

“Shit.” Another thrust, deeper, harder, nudging me up the bed. I groan at the sensation, and he does it again. Another deep, hard thrust. The headboard rattles against the wall, but at least we don’t have to be quiet this time.

With the next roll of his hips, I let out a loud moan. Wyatt’s eyes flash with heat as he watches me take his cock, my breasts jiggling with the movement. He dips his head to pull my nipple into his mouth as he drives himself into me again.

“Moan for me, baby.” His voice is little more than a shred, muscles rippling as he moves over me. “Be loud like you wanted to in Napa. Tell me how good it feels.”

“It’s so good, Wyatt.” I drag my nails down his back. “So good.”

“Fuck.” His hair falls across his forehead as he pumps into me. “Every time you say my name like that, I get hard.”

“Wyatt,” I repeat, wrapping my legs around him. I’m lost in the moment, in the pleasure, desperate for more. “Fuck me, Wyatt. Fuck me so hard I can’t walk tomorrow.”

His eyes glint dangerously, and he lifts my legs, pinning them by my head. I didn’t realize I was so flexible, and I stare at the point where he’s entering me in long, hard strokes, my heart drumming.

“Be careful what you wish for, pretty girl.” His cock hits something deep inside me, and my eyes roll back as a loud moan tears from my mouth. “That’s it,” he growls. “You want my cock? Take it. Take it deep.” His fingers find my clit and pinch, and it all becomes too much. Pleasure erupts inside me, and I thrash and buck as he slams into my core.

When I blink back to reality, Wyatt eases my legs down, lowering himself so his chest is flush with mine.

“There is nothing hotter than watching you come,” he murmurs, grazing his mouth across my neck. His arms envelop me, and he rolls us onto our sides, where he tucks me in close to his chest, my legs wrapping around him as he thrusts up into me. “There you are. I want you close.”

I sigh, kissing his beard, his cheek, capturing his mouth again. His tongue brushes lazily over mine as he slows the pace, his gentle kisses calming my racing heart. As much as I love him fucking me senseless and pouring filthy words into my ear, there’s something about holding him close like this and savoring the feel of each other that makes my heart melt.

“Wyatt,” I breathe, but it’s different from before. He rocks into me, hands traversing my back, claiming me, possessing me, protecting me.

“I know, baby.”

All I’ve said is his name because my heart is too full to find the words, and he seems to recognize that. His heart seems to feel the same. The thought makes me kiss him hard, deeply, trying to pour all my feelings into the places where our bodies meet, where our skin speaks the words we can’t. The moment becomes so much bigger than both of us, bigger than two people simply seeking pleasure. We move in tandem, fused together, becoming one.

And when Wyatt fists a hand in my hair, tugging my head back to drag his lips over my throat, I let out a strangled cry as the pleasure inside me crests again.

“Wyatt, God, I’m…”

“I know,” he repeats, his voice soothing as the pleasure breaks. “Come for me, baby. Come in my arms.”

I do. I shake and tremble as I lose myself to the feeling of him inside me, to his arms around me, to his mouth covering mine. And just when I think the moment can’t get any better, Wyatt finally gives in. I capture his moan with my mouth as he buries himself deep, clutching me close to him, filling me with his warmth. We ride the wave together in each other’s embrace, until it calms.

I press my face to Wyatt’s chest as I wait for the emotion in my ribcage to settle. His heart thunders against my cheek, and I brush a kiss across his moist skin. Bailey’s name stares back at me from his chest, but I turn and rest my face against it with a sigh. I love her dearly, and in this moment it feels like loving her father, too, can only be a good thing. It seems absurd that loving him could be anything but wonderful.

Loving him.

My heart hiccups as the realization settles around me. Idolove him. I love him in a way I’ve never loved anyone, and as much as that thought should scare me, it doesn’t. I know I’m safe with Wyatt. I know my heart is safe with him.

I draw away to meet his gaze. He’s breathing in a steady, reassuring rhythm as he gazes at me. The little creases beside his eyes deepen into a smile as I study the contours of his face.

“I love you,” I whisper. Maybe I shouldn’t say it out loud, maybe I should play it cool, but now that I know how I feel, I can’t hold it back. I can’t be anything but honest.

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