Page 58 of Truth and Temptation
“I love you, Wyatt.” Paige’s head tilts back as she begins to move, her body undulating above me. I start to rock my hips up and down, and we find a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing. It doesn’t take very long before I feel her walls clenching my dick tightly and I know without a doubt that she’s climbing toward another orgasm. It blows my mind how quickly I can get her there and how often. For a woman who claimed she didn’t see the point to sex, Paige has certainly proven herself wrong. I’ve never known a more sensual woman, who is sexy without even trying.
I want more of her. All of her. I surge up into sitting and wrap my arms around her, crushing her to my body. Somehow, she manages to get her legs around my body, and there’s no space between us, no definition of where she ends and I begin. This is when she lets go, gives herself over to me, to us, and I fucking love it.
Our movement becomes frenzied, our bodies unanimously desperate to reach the peak.
“I’m close. So close,” Paige cries out, her fingers clawing at my back. I draw her head to where I can kiss her, needing even more connection. Then I tilt my hips, just enough so that I know my piercing is hitting her exactly where I want it to.
With a keening moan into our kiss, she comes in a spectacular release. My own orgasm hits in waves seconds later, and I grunt out her name over and over again as my cock jerks into her, until I finally stop coming. When I eventually feel some control over my body again, I slowly twist so that I can lay down along the length of the couch, pulling Paige down on top of me. Our limbs tangle together in a sticky, sweaty mess and pure, happy relaxation infuses my every cell.
“And to think, I believed you were coming to help with inventory,” Paige murmurs teasingly against my chest as she traces the outline of the Valkyrie on my chest. I squirm when she hits a ticklish spot and cover her hand with mine.
“That was the plan. But I can’t help it if you’re too goddamn tempting. Besides. We needed to celebrate.”
She turns slightly to prop her head up on her hands. “There was never any doubt in my mind that you would get your permits. While I agree, it’s exciting that your business strategy is moving ahead as planned, I’m afraid I don’t quite see what there is to celebrate.”
I chuckle. She’s just gotta be the pragmatic one all the time. “Paige, my love, sometimes a guy just wants a reason to seduce his woman until she can’t walk.”
A small frown mars her forehead. “You never need a reason to be intimate with me, Wyatt, I assure you. I will almost always be receptive to your advances.”
“Almost always?” I flip us over so that I’m on top. “Why not just always? Hmm? What would make you not receptive?” I ask in mock seriousness.
Paige runs her hands up the sides of my body and around my neck. “Wyatt.”
“What?”
“It was just a figure of speech. If I say I will always want you, will you kiss me?”
The plaintive tone to her voice makes me smile. “Baby, I would kiss you no matter what.”
So, I do. And I don’t stop for a very long time.
Epilogue
Paige
Never in my wildest dreams could I have pictured this moment, walking through the large wooden doors of the famous Bodleian Library on the grounds of Oxford University in England. My eyes dance around, trying to take it all in. Row upon row of old texts and manuscripts, intricate artwork on the walls and ceiling, the high arches, the circular tower, it’s all too much. I feel tears track down my cheeks as I give in to the awe-inspiring place I am standing in.
“What do you think?” Wyatt’s arm snakes around my waist. I tilt my head up to look at him, and his thumb lifts to gently swipe away my tears.
“It’s incredible.”
His kiss is slow and sweet, but I feel it down to my toes. Even after we part, him with a wink and walking off to look at something the guide is describing, I feel the touch of his lips on mine. Every moment we are together, my love for him grows stronger. When he first proposed a trip to England, I was overwhelmed with trying to decide what to see and where to go. Allowing Wyatt to take over the planning was a blessing, and at the same time, incredibly challenging. Having lived my entire adult life in control of my actions and decisions, relinquishing that on something as monumental as my first trip outside the country was incredibly difficult. I know he was frustrated at times when I would try to intervene, or drop weighted suggestions, but eventually, my friends were able to convince me to back off and let him take the lead.
Now, in this moment, I’m so glad I did. Wyatt thought of everything. First class seats on the way over allowed us to travel in complete comfort. The hotels he chose were the perfect balance of luxury and authentic British experience. Private tours of various historical sites, including Shakespeare’s Globe theater in London. And now this. Our final stop, Oxford University and the Bodleian Library, all because of one comment I made about wanting to see some of the famous libraries of the world.
“Paige, come and look at this.”
Wyatt’s excitement infuses the air, and I hurry over to where he’s standing, looking at a glass case.
“Is that…” I gasp, barely believing this is real.
“Shakespeare’s first folio,” Wyatt whispers reverently. His love of literature almost rivals my own, making this trip incredibly special for us both.
After we ogle the Shakespeare texts for as long as they’ll allow us to, we make our way through the rest of the library. The history surrounding us, all these magnificent texts that have seen so much more than we could ever fathom, it fills me with an indefinable sense of rightness. As if this was predestined to happen for me, for Wyatt, for us. All of the pain and struggles we have been through as individuals and together brought us to this moment. Standing on the steps of the most beautiful library I have ever seen, I know in my heart that this is it.
“Will you marry me, Wyatt?”
My hand claps over my mouth as shock registers on both my face and Wyatt’s. I was not planning to ask him to marry me. Those potent words escape from a part of me that I had no control over, yet as soon as I said them, I know them to be the most true expression of my love.
