12

Vivienne

Sometime before dawn, I feel Wade get out of bed and go into the bathroom. The cold night air chills my body, and I reach for the sheet and pull it over my head. Groaning loudly when I realize the pain reliever has worn off.

When he comes back into the room, I listen while he rummages through a drawer and heads out into the kitchen. The sound of his voice filters down the hallway, but I can’t make any of it out. I sit up, straining my eyes to the sound, feeling my heart pick up as different scenarios play through my head.

After a few moments, it’s silent again, and he comes back in with his cell phone in hand. I pull the sheet up to my neck, afraid to ask him what’s going on. As if reading my thoughts, he answers every question floating around in my head.

“I don’t feel right leaving you so soon after everything that happened last night, so I called in a favor.” My heart stops, and he crosses the room, sitting down next to me. I don’t know what to say; no one’s ever cared for me the way he does. “Jason is going to cover for me for the first twelve hours, but I’ll be on call after that.”

“You didn’t have to do that.” I lean forward, touching my forehead to his. Fuck, this man is sweet.

“I almost lost you. I don’t ever want to experience that feeling again.” He reaches for the sheet, but I pull back, suddenly feeling a little too exposed. I find myself wondering if he’s real and what I did to deserve him. The last three days have been a whirlwind, but it’s safe to say I can’t picture my life without him in it.

“Babe,” he murmurs, touching his lips to my bare shoulder and giving the sheet a good, hard tug, ripping it down my chest. “Why are you covering up?”

“W-Wade...” I stutter and struggle to pull the sheet away from him to wrap around my body. He tugs harder, ripping it from my hands. Instinctively, my hands move to shield myself from him. “Stop it. I need that.”

“No, you don’t,” he states, narrowing his gaze on me.

“Yes, I do,” I argue, reaching for the sheet, but he balls it up and tosses it across the room. “What the fuck, Wade?”

“You don’t need it.” He leans forward and takes my hands into his, pulling them away from my body. Then he slowly pushes me backward until I’m lying flat on my back. He cups my face and places a gentle kiss on my lips. “There’s no reason to hide your body from me.”

“Wade—” I try to protest, but he silences me with another kiss. This time swiping his tongue across my lips, leaving me suddenly achy.

“I love your body, baby.” His hands roam across my breasts, squeezing and caressing them.

“Wade—”

“It’s fucking perfect.” He lifts my arms above my head, pinning them in place, and his lips find the spot on my neck. “It’s a body meant for love. A body designed to bring a man to his knees. To bring this man to his knees.”

I feel his body shift as he kneels above me. His lips move from my neck down the length of my body, stopping at my belly button. His hands skirt down the length of my legs, lifting them to the edge of the bed.

“Never hide this body from me, sweetheart, because this body is mine, and it’s fucking sexy as hell.” He lowers his head, inhaling the scent of my sex before using his hands to pull back the inner lips, revealing the pulsating bud desperate for his mouth. “Promise me you’ll never hide from me again.”

The warmth of this breath dances across my skin, causing my body to shiver. Lifting my hips, I offer myself to his glorious mouth, but he doesn’t move. I peek down at him and meet his smoldering gaze.

“Wade,” I gasp as he breathes heavily on my sex. The small change in temperature leaves me breathless and feeling as though I’m going to explode soon if I don’t feel his mouth on me. “Please...”

“Say the words, Vivienne.”

“I promise,” I groan and watch as he dips his head closer to me. I try to thrust my hips toward him, but his hands pin me to the bed. His warm, wet tongue darts out, running along my outer lips, teasing me. I try to spread my legs further, needing to feel his tongue against my throbbing clit.

“This pussy is mine,” he murmurs. His hands move from my hips to my pussy, slowly spreading the lips, exposing the aching nub. “Say it, Vivienne. Tell me whose pussy this is.”

I growl, throwing my head back in frustration. His mouth is moving entirely too much in the wrong spot. “Less talk, more action.”

“Not until you tell me,” he demands, and the tips of his fingers dig into my flesh. I cry out, feeling more desperate to feel his mouth than I’ve ever felt before. The anticipation is almost more than I can handle.

“It’s yours.” I’ve barely uttered the words when his mouth is suddenly on me, sucking the nub. An orgasm rips through me as a finger slips into my honeypot, coaxing me deeper into the high. My body twists and writhes. My hips thrust forward, and my hands thread through his hair, holding his head right where I need him to be.

“Fuuuuck,” I groan, riding out the waves of pleasure. He slows his motions but doesn’t stop, still allowing me to gently float back down to earth. He kisses up the length of my body, tucking me gently into his side.

“I’m going to love you, Vivienne, with every breath I take,” he starts, daring to say the words. I listen attentively, needing to hear the words almost as much as he needs to say them. “I want you to know you’re it for me, baby. I’m never letting you go; in fact, you might as well call your friend now and tell her you’re moving in with me, because I never want to wake up in this bed without you by my side again.”

“Wade...” My heart thrums. His words tug at all the right places.

“I’ve spent my life looking for a woman like you. The woman. My woman.”

“It’s only been three days.” I smile, forgetting my disbelief in insta-love, because if this is what it feels like, sign me up. “Are we crazy?”

“No, baby, we’re in love. I’m in love with you.”

“I’m in love with you, too.” I smile, letting him see my feelings for him.

“It only took you three days to admit it,” he chuckles and leans down, sealing the moment with another kiss.

This time setting my heart on fire.