Page 107 of Wish You Would

I carefully brush the silky strands of her blonde hair, section by section, until it falls in long, smooth waves down her back. She leans back slightly, her eyes closing in quiet contentment, a peaceful smile curling at the corner of her lips.

“Feel good?” I ask her.

“Mmm… so good,” she whispers as a shiver runs down her spine. The sound of the bristles gliding through her hair is the only sound in the room.

Carefully, I work through the tangles, watching her shoulders relax as if the weight of the day—the emotions, the vows, the enormity of it all—has finally settled over her. Brushing just the ends, I’m careful not to pull too hard, working through the soft waves. With each slow stroke, she sighs.

When I’m done, I set the brush down and run my fingers through her now-smooth hair, letting the strands slip through my hands like silk. Then I lean down, push the robe over her shoulder and press a slow, lingering kiss to her bare skin.

She grinds her ass over my cock, as I gather the back of her robe, lifting the material until it’s up over her ass. Herbreath shudders when I run a finger down the seam of her soft cheeks until my hand is between her thighs. It only takes a second for her to grant me access, and she widens her legs.

“Holden,” she moans, dropping her head back to rest on my chest.

I look in the mirror at her face tilted upward, the incline of her neck, her mouth parted in euphoria as I reach around her and find her clit

“Stop toying with me and fuck me,” she breathes, as I play with her slick entrance.

“You need to be quiet or we’re going to have to stop. We’re in a hotel and we have neighbors.”

Her teeth press a divot into her bottom lip, and she nods. “I can be good. I promise.”

Her eyes flutter open when I unbuckle my belt and unzip my pants. Pushing my pants and my boxers down my thighs, I run the head of my swollen cock up and down the seam of her ass. She braces her hands on the counter, going up on her toes, and tips her ass up to allow me easier access.

My beautiful girl likes it most when I fuck her from behind.

She shimmies, trying to pull me in, but I wait, watching my cock tease her incredible ass. Right now, I just want to be as deep as I can inside the bliss of her heat, for as long as I can.

Trapping her between me and the counter, I catch her eye in the mirror. Our eyes stay locked as I sink inside her in one long thrust, until my balls meet her perfect heart-shaped ass.

Holding her hips in place, I stay where I am, every inch of me buried in her tight, wet channel. When my body begins to shudder and the need to rock my hips back andforth is too much to fight, I pull out to just my tip then slide back in.

Everything else evaporates the minute I’m joined with Briar. It’s just me and my girl, and all I can think about is how badly I need her. The groan that leaves her lips tells me she needs me in the exact same, carnal way. A bone-deep, earth-shattering way that only deepens every day that we are together. Even now, I find it hard to believe that this woman is mine. In my heart, I’ve always known it.

I burn for Briar Moore. She is fucking beautiful, and I want to worship her every day of my life. Her back arches, and she pushes her ass into my pelvis, taking me as deep as she can. She feels like a fucking dream.

“That’s it, baby girl. Use me.” I grind my hips, moving my hand to cover hers where it’s gripping the counter, the diamond ring I gave her against my palm. “Come for me, Bee. I’ll follow you over like I always will, every day of your life.”

The feel of her hugging my bare cock is almost too much to bear, but I’ll wait as long as I need to for her to get off.

She whimpers. She’s close. I fuck her, and she tightens around me.

“My wife,” I say.

“My husband.”

“Mine,” I say, needing her to hear it.

I push into her again and again, sliding my hand around her body until my middle finger finds her clit, rolling it in circles.

My eyes are on hers in the mirror when she loses herself completely, clenching around my cock as her orgasm tears through her. I slam into her once more before I’m coming deep inside her, my balls constricting. Once I pour every drop into her, I collapse against her back, enjoying thefeeling of being inside her. It takes a few minutes before I’m ready to pull out, and then I turn her in my arms to kiss her softly.

Briar’s arms wrap around my neck, the two of us in a post-sex bliss. She pulls back a little to look up at me. “Take me to bed, Holden. You’ve worn me out.”

I love this woman.

I have never felt such a need for another person in my entire life. When I think about forever, I think about her and our son and our future together. She has given my life meaning.

She drags me into the bedroom, slips off her robe and watches as I pull back the plush white comforter. Lying on my back, I pull her on to me so she can rest her head on my chest. I run my fingers through her hair. “Remember when you told me you didn’t believe in soulmates?”

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