“Wells—” she moans.
“Right here.” I kiss her jaw, her collarbone, and the hollow of her throat. I lift my head momentarily to stare into her eyes. “All that matters is that I have you.”
She stares at me, something shifting in her expression. Then she reaches up, pulling my mouth back to hers.
“Show me,” she whispers.
I do. All night. Until the sun rises over the ocean and she’s curled into my side, asleep, her head on my chest, right where she belongs.
Chapter Thirteen
MABLE
“Wells,” I gasp, my hands pressing to his chest to keep me up. Not that he’d let me fall. He’s got his hands on my hips doing all the work, even if I’m on top straddling him. He moves my hips for me.
He sits up in one motion, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me flush against him. His mouth finds mine, and I come apart, shaking, crying out into his kiss. He follows me over, groaning against my lips, his whole body tensing and releasing.
I feel his warm release spill inside of me before collapsing back onto the bed.
He laughs against my neck. I love that sound. It’s a real laugh too. I noticed last night he faked some, but I get it. When we’d first gotten to the wedding, it was intense, to say the least. Everyone knew him and wanted to talk to him. I did enjoy listening to Wells, though; the man is smart, brilliant.
“Good morning.” He nibbles at my neck. I can only smile and moan in agreement. I have completely melted into this bed, and I’m never moving, if only. “You’re insatiable.”
“Me?” I laugh. “You were already hard. I thought I was being helpful.”
He groans again, pulling me closer. “Helpful. Christ. You sure you were a virgin?” I tilt my head back to look into his eyes. We both know I was. The evidence had been on the sheets.
“You make me sound like a goddess.” I was worried I wouldn’t have a clue of what I was doing when it came to sex, but with Wells, it comes naturally.
“Because you are.”
His phone buzzes. He ignores it. It buzzes again and again, insistent.
“Someone’s persistent,” I say, tracing patterns on his shoulder. I hate that my first thought is that it might be Cordelia. I don’t know what to make of her, if I’m just being unsure or the vibe I’m really getting from her is correct. Everyone else in his family thinks she’s wonderful.
Caldwell reaches for his phone with one hand, keeping a firm hold on me with the other. I watch his face shift, and I know it’s not good.
“Shit,” he mutters.
“What?”
“Parents want us for breakfast.”
I’m still lying against him. “Us?”
“You and me.” He sets the phone down, tipping my chin up. “Hey. It’s just breakfast.”
When he first said it, I thought he meant just him, which had been a little disappointing. That was until he clarified the “us” part. I might want to go back to my previous state, because while that was disappointing, the idea of breakfast is terrifying. I’m sure after last night I didn’t win any points with them. Especially with Wells dipping out early because of me. I’m sure Eleanor loved that.
I can already feel the walls closing in. Everything from yesterday comes flooding back in. How can one day be so perfect but horrible too?
“I should shower,” I say, untangling myself from his arms before he can stop me. He sits up and watches me scurry to the bathroom. I quickly close the door and lean against it, trying to get my nerves under control.
“Beautiful,” Wells says from the other side of the door. He doesn’t try to open it. “I’ll let you hide for ten minutes, then I’m coming in.”
“Thank you,” I tell him because that’s what I need. A moment to gather myself and still survive in us. Wells always comes to find me. I’m not used to that. I’m often left behind.
I dress carefully, a simple navy dress from the options he provided, and when I emerge, he’s waiting, impossibly handsome in dark jeans and a white shirt, his hair still wet, having slipped into the shower after me.
