Page 75 of Wade’s Wrath

“Yes,” she whispered with no hesitation or fear. It was just him and Harlow now, and she was choosing him. Wade kissed her again, and this time, neither of them stopped.

She ran her hands over his chest and down his body, and he hissed out his breath. He loved the way that she looked him over. “You work out,” she said. It sounded like a cross between surprise and praise.

“You sound surprised,” he said.

She shrugged. “I just didn’t know what you had hiding under your T-shirts every day,” she said.

He laughed and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt that she was wearing, but he was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to be surprised by what he found. The scraps of material that she called a wedding dress didn’t do much to hide her perfect body. He tossed her shirt to the floor next to his and looked over her body. She was completely bare, and he wanted to touch and kiss her everywhere. She reached for him, and he pulled her against his body, loving the way her bare skin felt against his own.

“You feel so fucking good, honey,” he said.

“You do too,” she breathed. He rolled her on top of his body, and she smiled down at him. “Wade,” she whispered just his name, and his damn heart felt like it was going to beat out of his fucking chest.

Harlow kissed her way down his body and settled between his legs. She licked her lips as she looked back up at him and smiled, and he held his breath, waiting for her to make the next move.

“You’re going to fucking kill me, woman,” he growled as he laid his head back, covering his eyes with his forearm.

“I promise to be gentle,” she teased as she tugged his sweatpants down his thighs, letting his erection spring free between them. She hummed her approval as she wrapped her hands around his cock. He nearly bucked off the damn bed.

“Fuck, honey,” he growled as she licked his shaft from root to tip. She sucked him into her hot little mouth, and he was sure that he’d lose himself then and there. Wade let her play with him for as long as he could take it before pulling her up his body. Her hot core was rubbing on his cock, and it took all his restraint not to slide into her wet pussy.

“I need you, Wade,” she whispered against his lips. “Please.”

“You don’t need to fucking beg me, honey,” he growled. He watched as she grabbed his cock with her hands and guided it through her wet folds. She sank onto his lap inch by excruciating inch, and when she was fully seated, he let out his breath.

Harlow moaned, and he grabbed handfuls of her luscious ass. “Move for me, baby,” he ordered. She did as he asked, and he knew that he wouldn’t last long.

“You feel so good, Wade,” she whispered, framing his face with her hands. He pumped into her body with a new fury, and when she cried out his name, he knew that he wouldn’t take long to follow her over.

He pumped in and out of her body while she kissed him. Her breasts were rubbing against his chest, and when he couldn’t take any more, he lost himself inside of her, whispering her name like a prayer. She was his, whether she knew it or not now, and that worked for him because he wanted Harlow more than he’d ever wanted anyone.

They collapsed together on the bed, and Harlow curled against his side, as he tugged the blankets over them both. Wade stared at the ceiling, and he knew that neither of them was going to get any sleep tonight—not that he regretted a fucking second of it.

Harlow's head rested against his chest; one arm draped across his stomach. Her breathing had finally slowed. Wade ran his fingers gently through her hair. “You awake?”

“No,” she breathed.

His mouth twitched. “Good.”

“Are you?” she asked.

“No,” he said.

“Liar,” she breathed.

“Go to sleep,” he ordered. She shifted closer, and Wade tightened his arm around her. For several minutes, neither spoke.

Then Harlow broke the silence. “Do you regret it?”

Wade looked down at her. “Not even a little.”

“Good,” she breathed.

“Do you?” he asked.

She lifted her head. “No.” Something in his chest loosened as Harlow studied him.

“What?” she asked.