you he’s the last guy you’ll ever need who isn’t me. Understood?”
My mouth is dry as I nod.
He kisses me in a sultry way, letting his lips and tongue and teeth linger until I’m lost in him. Barely pulling back, he whispers, “I’m going to love you so much, baby girl.”
The clothes we wear are shed one article at a time as he carries me upstairs. Instead of taking us to my room, he veers to the right and leads us into his. My back hits his bed, nothing but my panties left on my otherwise naked body. He kisses my breasts with fervor, drawing one pebbled nipple in at a time and making circular motions between my legs with his fingers just above my clothed clit until I’m writhing in his touch.
Pulling him back up to kiss me, he settles above my body and dominates my mouth. I arch my pelvis to meet his hard cock, now peeking out from the waistband of his boxers. Rubbing against him, I mewl into his mouth from the friction. He pulls back, his hot breath on my lips, and smirks at me. “What do you want, Piper?”
I don’t even hesitate. “You.”
Taking one of his hands, I set his palm against my chest and guide it down my body. I don’t let go as I cup both our hands over my heated core, wanting him to touch me there. He kisses me slowly, deeply, as his hand moves over me in torturously slow movements until I’m moaning into his mouth. He moves aside the material that separates his finger from my center, playing with the arousal that’s waiting for him beneath.
I arch into him as he enters me with a finger, keeping my hand on top of his to help him set the pace. He doesn’t need any guidance. He never has. Easton Wyatt knows what he’s doing.
“East,” I whisper, drawing back and forcing my eyes to stay on his even as he adds a second finger and works me.
He brushes his lips against mine once, again, until he hovers them just out of reach. “I need to say something, and I want you to hear me out, okay?”
I just nod.
“I love you. I love Ainsley. I love the nights we watch TV and eat junk food together, even if it’s awful musicals or ridiculous reality shows—”
Teary eyed, I laugh. “You love those reality shows.”
He smirks. “I love making dinner with you, for you, and seeing your face light up when you get gift cards for office supplies.” He fits a third finger inside of me and curves them to hit the perfect spot until I see double. “I fucking love everything about us, even the bad shit. The bad shit keeps us real. It keeps us fighting and making up because we know this is worth it. You are more than just sex, Piper. You. Are. It.”
I cup his face and lock eyes with him as he thrusts into me again and again, my vision blurry from the tears welling in my eyes. “You’ll never know how much I love that you and Ainsley get along and how you gave her a nickname and cook for us when I can’t. I don’t want to fight, Easton. I just want you.”
His eyes darken as he kisses me, the words activating something primal in him as he withdraws his fingers and slides my panties down my legs until they’re somewhere on his floor. I protest the loss of his touch before he stands up and drops his boxers, his erection hard and ready as he climbs back over me and positions himself between my open thighs. Suddenly, his fingers aren’t what I’m missing at all.
“I love you,” I whisper, kissing him gently. I feel him probe my entrance, his hands finding mine and holding them at our sides as he slowly enters me. Inch by delicious inch I feel him stretch me and make himself at home. We kiss as he moves back and pushes in, not rushing our lips or tongue or hips.
He does exactly what he says.
He loves me.
He loves my body and touches every piece of skin he can get his hands and mouth on until the only thing I can think about is him—the way he thrusts unhurried, how he interlocks our hands. His hold is soothing, his kisses claiming, and his love consuming.
My chest fills with a burst of light as he locks our lips and thrusts so deep