Page 61 of Weston’s Treasure

“Why do you think I wouldn’t want you?”

“You wanna talk about this now?” The shock on her beautiful face was clear.

“Tell me.”

“I can’t think when you’re on top of me and I’m naked.”

Weston smiled at her candor.

“Try, Silver, it’s important.”

“Maybe we should put on clothes if you want to talk about this.” Silver squirmed under him brushing her sex against his half-hard cock.

“Please stay still,” he groaned. It took a full ten seconds before he had himself under control and could continue. “No hiding,” he reminded her.

“Putting on clothes isn’t hiding.”

“I want nothing between us when we’re having this particular conversation. Completely bare. Stripped of everything. Both of us, Silver. Tell me why you’re scared so I can return the favor.”

“You’re scared?” Her face scrunched like it was beyond the realm of possibilities he’d be scared, too.

“Scared shitless. Scared that I found something so precious and all I want to do is keep hold of it but I’m afraid of it slipping away. I’m scared because I’ve never met a woman that meant something to me and now that I have I’m worried I’ll do something to fuck it up. I’m scared because I’m falling in love and it’s unknown and uncertain. So, yeah, Silver, I’m fucking terrified you’ll rip my heart out. But, baby, none of that is gonna stop me from continuing to take us to a place where neither of us will be scared anymore.”

“I don’t think I’m scared anymore,” Silver blurted out and Weston jerked in surprise.

“You wanna explain that?”

“I was scared that once you didn’t have to protect me we’d be over. I’d go back to Delaware. You’d stay here and all of this would just be a really great memory.”

“I told you that wasn’t gonna happen. I told you I wanted to explore what was between us.”

“I know you did. But I was still scared.” Silver’s long lashes brushed under her eyes and Weston gave her the time she needed to gather herself. When she opened her eyes they came to his—clear, unguarded, open. “I’m insecure.”

“But you’re not scared anymore?” he asked for clarification.

This was really fucking important—the last thing between them, her fear. And Weston knew he needed to get this right, needed to make sure the path was clear to take them where he wanted. He couldn’t have her holding back, and he didn’t want to. He wanted her to fall, and when she did, he needed her to know she’d have a safe place to land. That when she was ready to give him her heart, he’d take care of it.

“Knowing that you’re scared, too, makes me not scared. Knowing you feel the same way I do, takes away the uncertainty. Knowing I’m not alone in the fear, settles me.” Silver shrugged and continued. “I was scared I was falling in love with you but afraid you’d figure out I was more trouble than I’m worth.”

He fucking hated when she said shit like that. Hated her mother with a burning passion. Hated even more that Silver had lived with it her whole life.

“Sweetheart, your mother’s shit didn’t cause scars on your beautiful flesh, she injected that shit deep. So deep, I know I got some time before you believe me, and I’ll keep saying it until you do. You are not Silvia. You’re not what she said you were. I see you, Silver. I see how strong you are. How wicked smart. How accomplished. How beautiful. How caring. How loving. How funny. How stubborn. And when you puzzle all of that together, all the pieces that make you, you. What you get is so blinding, so fucking gorgeous, so priceless, you are worth more than any sunken treasure your dad could ever unearth. And you are mine. My Silver. My treasure. All of you, mine.”

“Does that mean you’re mine?”

“Fuck yeah, it does.”

Her full lips tipped up into a smile and her greenish-brown eyes danced. Goddamn, the woman was crazy-beautiful. And his. Silver shifted under him, her hands going to his ass and her nails dug in. That was when Weston’s thoughts turned carnal. Gone was the heartfelt conversation, though it would make what came next even better.

His eyes dipped to her pink lips and he figured he deserved a gold medal for the best control known to man. Lips that were made not only for kissing but for wrapping around his cock. Something he thought about a lot.

“Are you gonna keep staring at me or are you gonna kiss me?” she whispered.

“I’m gonna kiss you, then you’re gonna watch me when I go down on you. After that, I’m gonna watch as you take my cock.”

That earned Weston a full-body shiver, something that his cock hadn’t missed. Weston’s mouth was on hers when she muttered, “Finally.” Weston didn’t take the time to smile. He had more important business to see to.

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