Page 121 of Wildest Forever

“Thanks for today,” I whisper out to him as his footsteps stop.

“You never have to thank me, this is our home, our ranch... I will always be here when you need me wife,always.”

My breath catches at the back of my throat, my eyes dusting closed for a moment.

I find myself jumping when the sound of his saddle hits the stand, dust kicking up.

Letting my eyes open softly, I feel him behind me and my skin pebbles. His warm breath teases the base of my neck.

Desperate to have his fingers trail up my arms, across my shoulders, up my collar bone...

“We better get ready soon,” he whispers and my skin blankets with goosebumps.

“Yes,” I just about manage to whisper.

“Please tell me you feel something more than just friends... please tell me it's not in my head... because Morgan,” and the back of his fingers dust down my arm, trailing off at my wrist and slipping against my hip. His hand curls, before he spins me around to look at him.

His lips are parted, his gaze catches mine and I am transfixed on him.

“I fear I am falling for you,” he ushers the words out quietly as if too scared to say them out loud, his head pressing againstmine as his spare hand moves up, fingers gripping my chin as he tilts my face up to look at him.

“Please don't tell me I am imagining that there is something more between us... that something has changed... it feels as if the ground has shifted beneath me, the chemicals in my brain altered somehow,” he pauses and his eyes fall to my lips, “tell me I’m not the only one.”

My mouth opens and closes, eyes glazing over ever so slightly and I feel the thickness coating my throat.

“You're not the only one,” my voice cracks and I see the relief wash over his handsome face, eyes misting over as his hand cups my cheek, holding me there as his smile widens, his lips hovering over mine.

“I know we said your first kiss would be perfect... and let’s be honest, it wasn't quite what I planned when I kissed you in the kitchen but?—”

I silence him by placing my finger over his lips, shaking my head from side to side.

“You were everything and more Pacey Rivera,” and I can just about finish my sentence.

His head tilts ever so slightly as he covers my mouth with his and my body sags.

“I love that I am getting all your firsts,” he whispers against my lips, and I am still floating through the abyss from his kiss. “I just wish you were getting mine.”

His lips are back on mine, his body pressing up against me and heat flames across my skin, his tongue strokes mine, his mouth moving slowly as our kiss deepens. I was always nervous thinking I wouldn't know what to do, but I find myself following his lead, him building me up and my body reacting.

I let my hands slip against his chest, his heartbeat dancing under my fingertips.

He pulls away and I find myself whimpering at the loss.

“Not here, not like this, I've stolen enough kisses, I'm not about to steal anything else until you ask for it. Until you give me everything,” his voice is soft, hand still cupping my cheek and I find myself leaning into his palm.

“I want all of your firsts to be perfect Sunflower, and to me, this isn't perfect,” his lips twitch into a smile as he steps back and looks around at the dark, damp, tiny tack room.

I nod, lifting my fingertips from his sweat coated tee and bringing them to my lips, dusting them across as I embrace the burn from his kiss.

“Come,” he whispers, linking his fingers through mine and pulling me towards the large door of the stables and I follow him, all giddy and woozy from just having him, if only for a moment.

I am showered and sitting at my dressing table wrapped in a towel, my hair damp and resting down my back. I am normally in Randy's every Friday, but since pops, I’ve not been near there. Just couldn't quite bring myself to go.

But tonight is different. I have invited my new friends out and I am hoping to have a great night. The Rivera family are coming andof course my Pacey.

My.

He is mine.

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