Page 70 of Wildflowers & Whiskey

“I feel like a goddamn teenager again, buying condoms and hoping. Sitting on that porch every morning just to see you. Lying awake at night thinking about you.” His voice drops lower, rawer. “I feel too much, Maeve. More than I should. More than is smart to. At some point, it just sneaked up on me and all of a sudden, you became the best part of my day.”

My breath catches. “Wade…”

“I want you, in any way you are willing to, consequences be damned.”

“I want you too.” I really do. Not a doubt in my body despite the shit show this could cause, because when it comes to him, all common sense leaves me. “I’m on contraception. The implant.”

His eyes darken, understanding immediately where I'm going with this.

“And I'm clean,” I continue. “Got tested a few months ago. Haven't been with anyone since.”

“I haven't been tested recently,” he states, “but like I said, it's been almost ten years. And I was clean then.”

“So...” I bite my lip, heat pooling where his still-hard cock presses against me with every breath he takes. “We could, uh... I mean, if you want...”

“Are you asking me to fuck you without anything between us?” His voice drops lower, rougher.

“Yes.” The word is very breathy, exposing how desperate I am for him. “I want to feel you inside me fully.”

The sound he makes is almost a growl, a very hot growl at that. “You can't just say things like that to me, angel.”

“Why not?”

“Because it makes me want to bury myself inside you right fucking now and never pull out.”

I shift my hips, guiding his cock to my entrance. I circle slowly, teasing him with how wet I am, coating him. “Then do it.”

Without a second thought, he drives into me. Hard. Completely filling me in one brutal thrust that steals the air from my lungs.

“Fuckkk.” I moan, my eyes falling closed. I'm sure I'm seeing stars.

He moves my arms, pinning them at my sides, using them as leverage to drag me deeper onto his cock with every punishing thrust.

“Open your eyes and look at me while I take you, angel.”

I obey, forcing my eyes open. My fists clench with the building pressure as he pumps in and out of me, relentless. I stare into his green eyes, taking in how mesmerizing they look in this moment. Like they are consumed by the pure desire burning behind them.

“Maeve,” he moans loudly, grabbing one of my legs and hooking it over his shoulder. The angle drives him impossibly deeper, and I scream in pure pleasure.

“You belong to me now, angel.” The words come out in a commanding voice that makes my toes curl. Like it’s a promise and a warning all at once. “And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it.”

His thumb finds my clit, circling with just the right pressure. The added stimulation brings me dangerously close to the edge again.

“Wade—I'm—” I can barely get the words out, overwhelmed by sensation.

“I know. I can feel you.” His rhythm becomes more erratic, his control slipping. “Come for me, Maeve. I want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

His thumb presses harder on my clit, and that's all it takes. I shatter around him, my body clenching tight as the orgasm rips through me. I cry out his name, my back arching.

“Jesus—Fuck—” He buries himself as deep as he can go, his whole-body tensing as he spills inside me with a guttural groan that sounds like my name.

We stay locked together, both panting and trembling as the aftershock roll through us. His forehead drops to mine, our breaths mingling.

“Christ,” he murmurs after a moment. “That was... incredible.” He kisses me softly, before falling to my side.

I lie there. Satisfied. Happy. Content.

An hour later, we are still a tangled pile of limbs on his sofa. Now with the oversized, very soft, faux fur blanket over us. Every now and then, his hand drifts up to brush my hair back or trace idle patterns on my shoulder. There's no rush to move me, no expectation of anything. He just seems content having me here.