Love Bug (The Prescotts Book 3) by Tara Wyatt (electric book reader .TXT) 📗

like don’t even know you anymore.” A smile pulled up the corner of her mouth and he kissed her, needing more of her.

His hands kneaded her ass, urging her up and down his cock, unhurried but steady. It wasn’t like him to make jokes. Or smile. Or feel…much of anything, really. He was always so worried about keeping the darkness buried deep down inside him that nothing else ever had the chance to surface. But with Willa, he didn’t feel that way.

He realized then that he loved her because she was the only person who’d been able to tease even the slightest bit of happiness out of him in more than a decade. It was why he’d been drawn to her right from the start. He’d known on some level that he needed her. Needed her sunshine. And now that he had her, the happiness was only growing, expanding inside him, making him feel different. Want to be different. And for once, he wasn’t going to shove it all down. No, he was going to chase it.

He looked down, transfixed by the sight of his cock disappearing inside her over and over again, pleasure curling through his veins, heat building inside him. They moved together, bodies entwined as he lost himself in her. Not just in how fucking amazing she felt, but in the knowledge that Willa was his. That despite everything—his scars, the way he’d treated her, all of it—she wanted him. Loved him. He didn’t understand it, didn’t feel worthy of it, but he knew he needed it. Needed her. More than he’d ever needed anyone in his life.

With Willa, he felt like he was actually living. Not just existing, but alive and awake and grateful for it. She’d given him that, with her warmth and forgiveness and sunshine. He didn’t deserve it, but she’d given it to him anyway, and he knew that he was going to do whatever it took to hang on to it. To this. Them.

“God, Willa,” he groaned, urging her to move faster. She ground down on him, working her clit against him.

She threw her head back as she rode him, her breath coming in sharp pants. “I’m so close. I’m so close but I can’t…” She trailed off and shook her head, grinding her clit against him again.

“I’ve got you, angel,” he said. Leaving one hand on her back to help support her, he slipped his other hand between her legs, circling her clit with firm strokes. His fingers brushed against where they were joined and he groaned, watching her pussy slide up and down his cock as he massaged her clit. “Like that?” he asked, wanting to make her feel good. Wanting to feel her come around him.

She whimpered and nodded. “Just like that,” she said, her voice shaky. He dipped his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth, nipping lightly at it. She started to move faster, her hips undulating in a rhythm that had him seeing stars, fighting off his own orgasm. He was dangerously close to exploding, but he refused to let himself go until he’d sent her over the edge one more time.

He turned his attention to her other nipple, his fingers sliding around her clit and as he scraped his teeth over her sensitive flesh, she started to flutter and pulse around him, clamping down on his cock.

“That’s it, angel,” he whispered. “Come on my fingers with my cock deep inside you.”

“Max,” she moaned, her hips slamming against his now, her pussy rippling around him and igniting the fuse of his own orgasm. Her movements started to falter as her orgasm pulsed through her, making her moan and tremble, so he gripped her ass, working her up and down his cock. With her arms around his neck, she leaned forward and kissed him. “I love you,” she whispered against his lips, and it was her words that sent him crashing over the edge headfirst into oblivion.

“Fuck, Willa,” he groaned, his grip on her ass almost bruising as he slammed his hips up into her twice more before he came, his cock pulsing and jerking inside her. “I love you,” he rasped out, his voice raw. “Fuck.”

She swiveled her hips, a slow, sexy movement, her forehead pressed to his. “Please tell me we can do that again later,” she said, an adorable smile on her lips. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you inside me.”

“Mmm,” he groaned, kissing her softly. “I know what you mean.” He kissed her again, feeling almost weightless after the intense orgasm he’d just had. “We are absolutely doing that again later. And tomorrow morning.” An idea charged through him and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Let’s play hooky tomorrow. We could stay in bed all morning. Go out for lunch. Whatever you want to do.”

She smiled at him, her eyes bright. “I don’t know. I’m not sure if you’re aware, but my boss is kind of a hard ass.” The smile on her lips was relaxed, teasing.

“Don’t worry, I have an in with your boss. Besides, I think his hard ass days might be behind him.” He leaned forward and kissed her. “He’s been in an awfully good mood lately. I think he might be in love.”

“Lucky woman,” she said softly, her eyes full of emotion.

“He’s the lucky one.”

“Max,” she sighed, tracing her fingertips over his cheek. “Of course I want to spend the day with you. I still can’t believe this is real.” Her voice broke and she cleared her throat softly. “I’ve just…I’ve just wanted exactly this for so long now, and…”

He kissed her, guilt and regret pulling at him. “I know. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “What matters is now. The future.”

He kissed her again and then gently eased her off him. “Be right back.”

When he returned from disposing of the condom, he found Willa sitting on the edge of the bed wearing nothing but his discarded black button-down, a pensive look