Page 88 of Badges
My pulse pounds in my ears at the thought of being able to actually sleep with him for the first time.
He told me to.
At least, that’s what I repeat to myself as I push the door quietly open.
Only a faint glow from his bedside clock lights the room, just enough to illuminate his form under the covers.
His even breathing fills the air as I strip soundlessly and lift the blankets.
There’s a small hitch in his inhale and he turns, helping me lift the comforter. “Got her all tucked in?” he murmurs sleepily.
“Mmhmm. She’s really happy to be here.” I work my way between the cool sheets until I find the heat of his body.
He pulls me tightly, wrapping his arms around me and tugging my leg up to lay over his.
Perfect.
Nestled against his broad chest, I listen to the deep rhythm of his heart as my fingers weave into the fine hairs.
“I figured you’d want some time to catch up.” His mouth brushes the top of my head. “I hope this whole thing isn’t too strange for her.”
“She said I could be sleeping with Spongebob if it made me happy,” I snicker against his warm skin.
“Are you?” he asks, slowly rubbing a small circle on my side with his thumb.
It makes my limbs tingle.
“More than I ever thought possible.” Tears sting my eyes at the overwhelming sensation.
After everything I’ve been through with Mom dying, losing Cynthia, and then the hell of what I had to do to try and find her, I can’t believe that I not only survived it, I found an amazing man as well.
“Me too,” he rumbles, the sound vibrating against my cheek.
Reaching up, I cup his strong jaw and raise my lips to meet his.
I want him to know how much he means to me. That I see everything he’s done and am so grateful.
Nibbling tenderly, I lure his tongue with my own in tender strokes.
This isn’t the feral viciousness that we’ve had before. It’s a gentle passion that pushes me to straddle him and press my bare breasts to his skin.
Tasting his silent strength in a slow touch, I let my fingers tangle in his hair as his palms explore me in long caresses.
It’s luxurious, the feel of him under me and between my thighs, as he moves his hands up and down the length of my body, every inch being electrified with his attention.
I want it. I crave the feel of him.
Every inch of me presses and writhes to gain more contact, more friction ofhimagainst me.
Rocking my hips lower, his hard cock rests against my wet seam. The need to have him fill me is overwhelming.
With little gyrations, I manage to align the tip into the hollow of my pussy.
But before I lower myself, I find his mouth again with mine for a consuming kiss.
“Wade?” I pant as his mushroomed head pushes inside, stretching me around his thick ridge.
His thumbs rest against my pelvis and he stills my progress. “Hmm?” The reverberation ripples through my ribs in a wave.
