I pulled my fingers free and she made a wrecked sound.
"Turn over," I said.
She turned over without hesitation.
I ran both hands up the backs of her thighs, over the curve of her ass, and she shivered.
Then I brought one hand down in a light slap, just enough to sting, and she gasped into the pillow.
"That's for making me wait two months to say I love you," I said.
"That was your fault," she breathed.
I spanked her again, other side, and she grabbed a fistful of sheet.
"And that's because I felt like it," I said.
She laughed, breathless and wanting, and pushed back toward me.
I gripped her hips and looked at her—moonlight, bare skin, the marks from my hands already rising warm on her ass—and felt something in my chest that had nothing to do with want and everything to do withmine.
"You're so beautiful," I said.
She turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder, hazel eyes dark, hair everywhere.
"Then stop looking and?—"
I pushed inside her.
She moaned into the pillow—long, unguarded, the sound she made when I first filled her every single time, like she forgot every time how much of me there was and remembered all at once.
I stilled. Both hands on her hips. Just feeling her—the heat of her, the clench of her, the specific perfect way she fit around me.
"Wyatt," she breathed.
"I know," I said.
"Move. Please."
I pulled back slow and drove in and she grabbed the headboard.
"There you go," I said. "That's it."
I set a pace—deep, steady, unhurried, the kind that made her crazy and she knew it and I knew it and neither of us cared. She pushed back to meet me, greedy as always, and I brought myhand down on her ass and she clenched so hard around me I had to stop and breathe through it.
"You keep doin' that," I said roughly, "and this is gonna be over too fast."
"Then give me more," she gasped. "I can take it."
"Yeah you can." I gripped her hip and brought my hand down again, watched the color rise. "Take everything I give you, don't you. Always have."
"Yes—"
"Greedy girl." I kept my pace slow and deep, the kind that had her out of her mind inside of five minutes. "All those nights sneakin' in through the back gate just to get this."
"Just to getyou," she breathed.
Something in my chest turned over.
