Page 39 of Merry with a Brewmaster
VIENNA
Wells is gentle as he pulls out, my body sore and sated as he cleans us both up before climbing back into bed.
“Guess that incident on the couch was just a fluke,” I tease, sighing at the memory of the two incredible orgasms he just bestowed upon me.
“Way to kick a man when he’s down,” he growls, and I squeal as he pulls me on top of him, our bodies still slick with sweat, but I don’t care.
I missed him.
Rough fingers tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before he’s cupping my face with his palms.
“I love you.” His hold on me is gentle but firm like he’s trying to keep me from running. “You blindsided me right from the start, and I wasn’t ready for you. Not so soon after my divorce. Hell, I never wanted to get married again.”
“You better not be proposing like this. My sister-in-law will kick your ass.”
“Not your brother?”
“She’s scarier.”
His lips quirk up on the side as he pulls my face toward his for a sweet kiss.
“I’m not asking you right now. But Iwillask you.”
“I’m not changin’ the name of my shop for you.”
“I’d hope not. But maybe I can get an honorary flower arrangement or something.”
I snort but press my lips hard against his. “I’ll think about it.”
“You do that.” His thumb traces along my jaw. “And thank you.”
“For what?”
“For coming home. For letting me make you mine again.”
“I didn’t know I was everyours,” I tease and then giggle as he rolls us and pins me to the mattress, his weight on top of mine making me sigh in relief at finally being with him like this again.
“It’s amazing how turned on I am by the way you drive me crazy.”
“It’s a gift,” I moan as he kisses down my neck to cup my breast, his mouth sucking and licking my other nipple until I’m writhing beneath him.
“I love your body, how you feel against me, how you respond to my every touch,” he says, trailing kisses over my stomach before nuzzling his face along my inner thigh and putting my legs over his shoulders. “I love the way your pussy tastes and how you can’t ever be quiet when you’re coming and bucking against my face.”
“Wells?” I ask breathlessly.
“Yeah?” He grins wolfishly.
“I love you too, but please put your mouth on me.”
“Your wish, Siren, is my command.”
WELLS
The morning lightis just peeking through the curtains when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. Vienna snuggles in closer, tucking her arm between us and nuzzling her face beneath my chin.
She’s adorable, and I’m tempted to ignore my phone when it goes off again.
“Just get it,” she murmurs with her eyes still closed.
