Page 158 of Wildest Forever

I place the phone back in its cradle and the front door opens and closes. I move towards him as he paces towards me and his arms are around me, holding me tight as he lifts me, my legs wrapping around his waist.

“Are you okay?” I whisper as he buries his face between my neck and shoulder.

“I am now,” he admits, his breath warm on my skin.

Silence coats both of us for a while and just as I go to speak he looks at me, his eyes bloodshot and watery and my heart drops.

“Not tonight, I just need you. To be wrapped in your arms, to love you all night long. I need out of my head baby and you're the only one that can help me.”

My eyes volley between his.

“I just want you, Morgan.”

I nod, scooping his heavy head in my hands as I flutter kisses across his eyes, his temples, his nose, his cheeks, his jaw and finally I am on his lips.

Slow and torturous but in the best way.

Every emotion that tenses his body slowly slips away as our kiss deepens, our tongues dancing to a song that only we can hear.

“I love you,” he whispers against my lips and a wetness dampens our kiss.

Letting my eyes open, I notice a streak of a tear that stains his cheek and my heart throbs in my chest.

He walks me up the stairs slowly, his grip tightening around my body, my legs still looped around his waist, our lips arelocked once more as he continues forward to his bedroom and drops me to the bed.

We break away for just a moment, my eyes wide and hazy as I focus on him.

He looks broken and I wish I knew what was wrong.

I know he will tell me, but right now I need to give him what he needs, and that's me.

Grabbing the hem of his tee, he tugs it over his head and discards it to the floor. His knee presses into the mattress between my legs, his hands either side of my head and I find myself holding my breath.

“I love you Morgan,” his voice cracks as he lowers his lips to mine.

I want to scream it back, scream it from the rooftops that I love him too but now is not the moment.

My hands stretch around his toned back as I gently tease my fingers up and down his skin, our kiss deepening and I hear the soft rumble of a moan in his throat.

Pushing to his feet, he unbuckles his jeans and pushes them down in one swift move along with his boxers and normally I would admire him for a moment or two but I don't get a chance to.

His fingers curl around my pants as he drags them down and tosses them behind him. Sitting up I lift my tee over my head and his needy hands skim around my back as he unhooks my bra and lets it fall from my body.

“You're so beautiful,” he rasps before he is back over me, our bodies as one as he slips between my legs.

His large hand reaches underneath me as he spreads my thigh a little wider, rolling his hips forward as his cock slides deep inside of me and I gasp for air, my lungs burning as he begins to move, each thrust slow and hard.

Fingers brush my hair from my face, his hazel eyes piercing into mine as he loves me how he needs.

“I don't deserve you,” he chokes, his lips pressing to my forehead.

“You are the most deserving man I know Pacey Rivera,” I whisper as his lips dust across my temple before they brush over my lips, and this is how we spend the remainder of the night.

Him loving me, him fucking away whatever is causing him anguish, him filling me with all of him.

He needed me and I didn't realize just how much I needed him right back.

My lips curlwhen I see him push through the door with two cups of tea. It's past two in the morning and we should be sleeping, but instead we are sitting in bed, it's a wonderful life playing on mute in the background and snacks layered between us.

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