Page 87 of From This Moment (After We Fall 4)
She twined her arms around my waist. “But I want you here every night. Everything is better when you’re here.”
“Then I’ll be here.”
“I don’t want to be alone anymore, Wes.”
I took her head in my hands. “You will never be alone again.”
“When you say things like that, I get scared.”
“Don’t. There’s nothing to be scared of, Hannah. I love you. We’re gonna be okay.”
She rose up on her toes and kissed me. “Stay with me tonight.”
“Okay,” I said, brushing the hair back from her face. “I’ll stay.”
Sixteen
HANNAH
I won’t be alone tonight.
The thought filled me with excitement, and I felt joy tingling in my toes. Rising up on them, I pressed my lips to Wes’s, threw my arms around his neck, and jumped up so my legs circled his waist.
How he managed to get us up to my bedroom like that, I have no idea, but two minutes later we were kneeling on my bed, trying to shed our clothing and kiss each other at the same time.
“Wait,” I said breathlessly when we were nearly naked and frantic with need. “Wait a second.”
“What is it?”
I looked down at my hands and pulled off my ring, leaning over to set it on my nightstand.
“You don’t have to, not for me,” he said.
“It’s for me,” I told him, reaching for him again. “I want to be yours completely.”
“You are.” He turned me beneath him and pulled my underwear off before stretching out over me. “You are mine completely.”
I looked up at his face in the dark, my heart bursting with everything I felt for him. “I love you,” I said.
His eyes closed for a moment. “Is this real?”
“Yes,” I whispered, wrapping my legs around him. Finally we were skin to skin and I couldn’t get enough of the way he felt, of his weight on me, of his hands on me, of his masculine smell and his low murmured sounds and his tongue stroking into my mouth. Every kiss, every touch, every breath seemed to erase one more memory of a lonely night spent in this bed.
I won’t be alone tonight.
I ran my hands all over his body, anything I could reach, neck and arms and shoulders and chest and back and ass. I slid my fingers into his hair as he worked his mouth down my body, tasting every inch of my skin, licking and sucking and tantalizing me with long, slow strokes and lush, swirling circles, and quick, hard flicks of his tongue that made me come so hard I saw stars on my bedroom ceiling. I shimmied down beneath him until his knees bracketed my chest, taking his cock in my hand and lifting my head to rub my lips over the tip.
He groaned, bracing his hands on the headboard. “Go slow,” he said. “I beg you.”
I went slow at first, stroking the crown with my tongue, working my hand up and down, sucking just an inch or two into my mouth. But before long, I had my hands on the back of his thighs, pulling him into me as he fucked my mouth, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat, listening as he cursed and growled and moaned.
Finally, he pulled out and opened my nightstand drawer, where we’d stashed some condoms earlier in the week. A minute later, he was sliding into me, and the feeling was so sublime, I could have wept.
I won’t be alone tonight.
“Wes,” I whispered as he began to move, working his hips in a slow, steady rhythm that had him plunging inside me with long, deep strokes. “It feels so good. You feel so good.”
So good that I wondered how I’d ever doubted this was right. So good that I never wanted it to end. So good that I could see a life together stretching out ahead of us—I was walking down the aisle toward him, I was nursing our child, I was putting a pie in the oven, I was sitting across the dinner table from him and we were surrounded by family, surrounded by happiness, surrounded by love.
