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“You surprised by that, Mustang Sally?” He holds out one of the mugs. “All you wanna do is ride.”

I’m so in love with you I can’t breathe,I think, even as I keep laughing.

All this smiling, this laughing, this longing—it fucking hurts, it’s so good.

I take the mug from him. “Please don’t start calling me that.”

“Nah. I like Sunshine better.”

His eyes meet mine. A beat of heated silence passes between us as those eyes flick tomybare torso. My nipples pebble beneath his attention—a fact he seems to notice because his nostrils flare.

“I like you in my bed.”

I bring the coffee to my lips. “I like being in your bed.”

“Stay.”

“You see me going anywhere?”

He sips his coffee before setting the mug on the bedside table. My body leaps when he sits on the mattress beside me. He frowns when he sees the red marks on my chest. “You hurtin’?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I liked it, Wyatt.”

He gently takes my breast in his hand. His eyes darken, taking on a feral glint. “And between your legs?”

“A little sore. Nothing”—my breath catches when he thumbs my nipple—“too bad.”

His jaw tics. “What would I find right now if I touched you there? Same as last time? The time before that?”

I nod, momentarily losing the ability to form words as he continues to stroke my nipple. Heat bolts through me, gathering in my clit.

“Can I—will you?—”

His smirk is back. “You want me to touch you there?”

I nod. Wyatt takes the coffee from my hands. I reach for his jeans, but he pushes away my hand.

“You said you’re sore. Let’s give your body a little break, yeah?”

I keep nodding. He adjusts the front of his jeans.

“But you’re?—”

“Don’t worry, I got plans for that. But first, you.” He grins.

At what point do I tell Wyatt how I feel?

When can I ask him to marry me? Does he want to get married? Sawyer says he might.

Is it weird I’m thinking about that? Or am I crazy to believe the sex we’re having—the date we enjoyed, the connection between us—is special? The kind of once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to build a life with someone whogets it? Gets you?

Also,howdoes he look sohotwhen he lifts the covers and climbs onto the bed, settling himself comfortably on his belly with his head between my legs?

Putting his hands on the back of my thighs just underneath my ass, he spreads me wide. Then he looks me in the eye and says, “I’m gonna make you come. Then I’ll feed you. Then I’m gonna take you home.”

My heart falls. Scrunching my brow, I dig my fingers into his wild hair. I’m feeling just brave enough to say, “What if I don’t want to go home?”

“You have to go home if you’re gonna get what you need for the week.” Then he bends his neck and kisses my clit.