I gave her what she wanted, pounding into her relentlessly, one hand sliding around to find her clit. She was swollen and sensitive, and the moment I touched her, she cried out.
“That’s two,” I said, rubbing tight circles. “Gonna make you come three times tonight, darlin’. Maybe four. Maybe I won’t stop until you’re begging me to.”
“Oh God.” Her arms gave out, and she collapsed forward onto the sofa, her ass still in the air, and the new angle made us both groan.
“Perfect,” I breathed. “So fucking perfect.”
I could feel her tightening around me again, her body trembling, and I knew she was close.
“Come for me, Trudy. Come on my cock again. Show me you’re mine.”
“Stephen,” she gasped. “I’m... oh God, I’m coming...”
She shattered around me, her pussy clenching and fluttering, and this time I went with her. I buried myself deep and came hard, my fingers digging into her hips, my vision going white at the edges.
When I could finally breathe again, I pulled out carefully and collapsed onto the sofa beside her. She was boneless, her eyes closed, her chest heaving.
“You okay?” I asked, pulling her against my chest.
She laughed, the sound breathless and satisfied. “I think you broke me.”
“Good.” I kissed the top of her head. “Been wanting to break through those walls for six months.”
She was quiet for a moment, then whispered, “I was so scared.”
“I know.”
“Of this. Of you. Of feeling this much.”
“I know, darlin’.” I tightened my arms around her. “But you don’t have to be scared anymore. I’m not going anywhere.”
She tilted her head back to look at me, her eyes searching mine. “Promise?”
“Promise.” I kissed her softly, gently, so different from the raw passion of moments before. “You’re mine now, Trudy. And I take care of what’s mine.”
She smiled, soft and genuine, and settled back against my chest.
And lying there on her sofa, both of us naked and sated and finally,finallytogether, I knew I’d made the right choice.
Not just tonight.
But the day I walked into that bakery and saw her for the first time, knowing my heart claimed her then.
Some things were worth fighting for.
Some things were worth waiting for.
And Trudy Wheeler was worth everything.
CHAPTER TEN
Trudy
I woke to sunlight streaming through my bedroom window and the weight of a man’s arm draped across my waist.
Stephen.
The memories of last night came flooding back. His mouth on mine, his hands on my body, the way he’d made me come apart on my sofa. Heat flooded my cheeks even as something deeper, something more dangerous, twisted in my chest.
