Page 54 of Entwined Hearts
I arched a brow, smirking. “You think?” His breath hitched as I dragged my pussy along his cock.
His hands slid down my back, cupping my ass. “I know,” he corrected. I gasped when he pulled me against him harder. “I know Iloveit.”
I reached between us, lining him up with my entrance. “Wait,” he said, and I stopped, teasing both of us by running histip over my clit. “I need a condom. We always—fuck—we always used them.”
I looked into his eyes, and all I saw was love. Not blind lust, like I was any other girl. Just my Wes, who knew every part of me and wanted me anyway.
And I’d never felt safer or more cherished in my life.
“No condom,” I said, lowering myself down finally. “Want you bare, baby.”
He let out a strangled groan, his head falling back to the bed. My jaw dropped at the stretch, at the completeness that settled within me once I was full of him. It felt like he was claiming every piece of me, and I didn’t want a single one back.
“Wes,” I whined as I lifted up and dropped down roughly, making him bottom out. His grip on my hips was ironclad, eyes locked on me as I rode him quickly. Every thrust was pure bliss, pushing me closer to the edge.
“So fucking beautiful,” he rasped. “I love you so much.”
I fell on top of him, my lips brushing his as I said, “I love you.”
Weston’s eyes drifted shut, his hands shaking as he brushed my hair back and kissed me, pouring every ounce of love and need into it. “Say it again.”
“I love you,” I whispered between whimpers as he drove up into me. “I love you more than anything. Always have.”
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunted.
I met him thrust for thrust. “Please,” I begged, my voice high-pitched and needy. Just the thought of him not pulling out, of claiming me like that, sent me over the edge. “Oh God, Wes.” My body shook, my toes curling while I came.
He stilled, gasping. He was gorgeous as he came, his gaze locked with mine, my name on his lips. One of the sexiest things I’d ever seen by far.
I collapsed on top of him, both of us sweat-slicked and breathless. I felt weightless, boneless, as he held me. As if there weren’t any parts of me left because he was carrying them all. “That was…”
“Holy shit,” he breathed.
I smiled softly. “Yeah, it was holy shit.” It wasn’t just sex. It was me finally stopping running. Finally choosing him. Choosingus.
Wes rolled us over to our sides, our legs tangled together. He ran his hand up and down my side. Almost as if he were making sure I was actually here. His eyes met mine, looking unsure. It was the last way I expected him to look at me after sex like that. “What’s wrong?”
“Did you mean it?”
It took me a minute to realize what he was asking about. “Yes, I meant it.” I brushed his hair back, stroking his cheek. “I love you, Weston. I’m sorry it took me so long to come back to you.”
His eyes drifted shut, his hand going to mine just like last night. Wrapping a protective arm around my waist, he pulled me in closer and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I love you, too,” he whispered against my skin, and I felt truly content for the first time in years.
I just hoped it would last.
17
Weston
I woke up with a smile on my face, reaching over for Sav…except her side of the bed was empty. And cold.
Frowning, I opened my eyes, and she was nowhere to be found. “What the fuck?” I sat up, scrubbing my face. Had last night been a dream? I lifted the covers. No, last nightdefinitelyhappened because I was naked, and I never slept naked. I looked at the floor. My clothes were scattered everywhere, but Savannah’s were nowhere to be found.
My stomach hollowed out. She left. She left without saying anything.
After all of that last night. After she said she loved me and that she meant it, she just…disappeared? The blow hit me square in the chest, knocking the air out of my lungs like a fucking sledgehammer.
I let out a few heavy breaths, running my hands along my thighs so I didn’t trash my room. So I didn’t hunt her down and demand answers. So I didn’t collapse in on myself under the betrayal I felt.
