Page 26 of Just Our Secret

“You feel amazing,” Wade said, closing his eyes and gripping my hips.

“So do you,” I replied.

Wade had been right earlier. This really was better than a fantasy. Every time I’d ever touched myself while thinking about him, every time I’d imagined having him inside of me, it had been like a fuzzy old black-and-white TV compared to this world of color.

Hearing his quiet groans urged me on, and I rocked harder on top of him as he squeezed my breasts. The sight of his strong arms and chest and abs were absolutely wrecking me when combined with how good it felt to ride him like this.

Another orgasm started to build after a few minutes, and I looked down at Wade with wide eyes as chills worked their way up my spine. He must have understood that I was close again, must have registered the way I tightened around his hardness as my body began to quake.

“Yes, baby,” Wade said, grinding against my clit in the perfect way to make me fall. “Get it. Come again for me.”

I knew that wasn’t something you could just tell someone to do and they could do it on the spot. Not to my knowledge anyway. But maybe it was fucking witchcraft or something because I’d be damned if his words didn’t make me roll my hips even harder, cresting toward this orgasm like I’d never had one before, let alone moments before.

I threw myself forward on top of him as I came for the second time, my chest tightly pressed to his, his warm arms wrapping around me in a cocoon. When he felt me relax, he flipped me on my back, brushing the hair from my face as he drove into me.

My gaze took in the sight of him powerfully hovering over me. Wade was so kind and gentle and sweet. That was how I knew him. But this Wade? This Wade was aggressive. Or possessive maybe. Just enough to make me feel wanted in the fiercest way—like I was his, but somehow still giving off those vibes of truly caring about me.

And then his eyes glazed over as his muscles tensed, and I knew he was about to reach his own release. I clenched myself to urge him on and he let out a low moan at the change in pressure. A few hard pumps later and he was grunting into the curve of my neck as he kissed me there.

For a long moment, we just breathed together, nearly in sync as he relaxed mostly on top of me. I could tell he wasn’t allowing his full weight to press down on me, so maybe he wasn’t as relaxed as I was beneath him, but it didn’t seem like he wanted to move either. He slid out of me but stayed right where he was, and after a minute of lying there, I wished he didn’t need to go clean up because I would love to fall asleep like that.

He lifted his head and kissed my forehead in a tender gesture that tugged at my heart. “That was…”

“Perfect,” I finished for him.

“Yeah. Fucking perfect.” He kissed me briefly and sighed. “Hang on, don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

He rolled off of me with way more grace than I’d expect from a man his size, then pulled the blankets up and over me. With a quick grin when he saw me checking him out, he headed for the bathroom. I stared at the ceiling while I waited for him, no concrete thoughts, but a shit ton of feelings.

Wade came back and crawled into bed next to me, and we turned to face each other. “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said, looking over at him, my chest tightening as I realized he seemed to be wrestling with some big feelings of his own. I could see it. “You were right earlier. We should tell Connor.”

“Ew, ugh, don’t bring up your brother while I’m still naked with you.” We burst out laughing together before it faded into quiet giggles as he trailed a hand up my arm. “I was kidding, mostly, but yeah. We need to be able to do that again. Like, all the time. Forever. Until I die. I don’t even care that I probably shouldn’t be saying any of this, I can’t seem to shut the hell up right now. You’ve scrambled my brains, woman.”

I chuckled as he shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “I like this side of you.”

“The dumbfounded side? Well, shit, get used to it if we make this a regular thing.”

“I definitely want to make this a regular thing. Which also means we need to tell Connor.”

Wade blew out a breath and let his head fall back on the pillow, his body following as he stared at the ceiling fan above my bed. “Yeah. Tomorrow. I’ll do it. That way if he kills me, hopefully he’ll have used up all of his anger on that, and he won’t be too hard on you.”

“How chivalrous,” I joked, cuddling up against his side, my head on his shoulder and his arm coming up to rest on my hip. “But seriously, I hope he doesn’t kill you. I really,reallywant to do that again.”

He looked over at me with a quirk of his lips. “We should do it again tonight before I tell him. You know, just in case I don’t live long enough for round two.”

Shaking my head, I pressed a kiss to his chest. “Actually, will you sleep with me tonight? Just in case Connor kills you before we get a chance to do that.”

“Sleep with you? Likesleep?”

“Yeah. Unless—”

He silenced me with a kiss. “There is no ‘unless.’ I would love to. But what about Liam in the morning?”

“He sleeps like a rock until six sharp. Can you leave at five thirty?” I bit my lip, knowing it was a lot to ask.

“Of course. I’d love to stay. It’ll be a great way to spend my last night on earth.”