Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)(88)

I place her feet back on the ground and growl, "Fuck Jess, take off your pants." She still hasn't said a word since my declaration of love, and it’s completely unnerving. I need to get inside her. I need to say it with more than words to make sure she believes me.

She shimmies out of her jeans and pink boy shorts, as I continue to caress her breasts, alternating between gently tugging her nipples and kneading. Once she's fully naked, I step back taking a moment to appreciate the stunning woman standing before me. My woman. Mine. I reach forward with one finger stroking the junction between her legs, finding her already dripping wet. If at all possible my cock hardens even further, twitching as it desperately searches for a way out.

"You're beautiful," I say continuing to stroke her clit. "I love you. I know you've waited entirely too long to hear those words, but I'm saying them now. I hope you realize the door you've opened because I am never going to stop saying it." I rub my finger slightly faster causing her to her throw her head back banging into the wall. I quickly reach around her curvy waist to help her balance while she loses herself in the movement of my hand.

"Brett, please," she finally speaks.

I know she is lost in the hunt for release, but I want to hear her say it. I want to finally be able to respond.

"Say it, baby."

"Please, Brett," she breathes as I pause my hand.

"Jess, say it."

"Say what?"

I smile because she knows exactly what I want to hear. This torture is her small dose of payback for the last few months.

"Jess, I'm about to fu...make love to you, against this wall until you are physically unable to walk the three feet to the couch and are forced to sleep on the ground, exhausted from the sheer number of times I have made you come."

I push forward rolling my hard cock into her stomach. "We have just established how I feel. Combine that with the fact that you are one thrust away from an orgasm, and this should really be an easy decision for you." I brush the hair away from her face, licking my way up her neck pausing by her ear before firmly whispering, "Now. I want to hear you f*cking say it."

"I love you," she finally answers just seconds before I push two fingers deep into her dripping *, sending her into a full body climax.

Holding her close, she sways riding out her sexual high. I bury my face in the top of her hair, breathing in the sweet floral scent that I have memorized to be Jesse. I reply on a long content sigh, “I love you too, gorgeous. I love you too."





Jesse

“DON’T GO.” I grab Brett’s legs trying to drag him back into bed.

“I have to, babe. It’s my Sunday to work.”

“Call in sick.” I rise to my knees and kiss his naked chest as he stands over the bed.

“God, I wish I could. I’d stay in bed with you all day.”

“Please,” I beg, knowing it’s worthless.

I knew yesterday he had to work, but that doesn’t make our long night any shorter. Last night was the most amazing day of my life. Brett Sharp is in love with me. I want to fly to Austria today just to find a field to spin around in, like Julie Andrews singing the “Sound of Music.” It’s probably easier to do a happy dance in the shower. I’ll stick with that.

“What time do you get off today?”

“It should be a light day. As long as nothing crazy comes up, I’ll be done by six. How about I grab sushi and pick you up around six-thirty? Maybe we can finish what we started last night.” He shoves a hand into my hair and rakes his teeth across my neck, sending a shiver over my body.

“I’m all for continuing it, but I’m relatively sure we finished.”

“My sweet Jesse, you have no idea what you are talking about. Last night was just the beginning.” I blush a little remembering all the things we did last night.

Brett was a maniac. After he made love to me on the floor in the den, we did it again on the couch, in the shower, and finished off the night in my bed with his head buried between my legs. There isn’t a single muscle in my body that isn’t sore this morning, but watching Brett get dressed causes an ache somewhere completely different.

“I’ll call you if anything changes, okay?” he says, pressing a deep, closed-mouth kiss to my lips that leaves me lightheaded.

Everything was magical last night. Brett told me he loved me, then showed me he loved me. I wasn’t nervous about how things would be this morning. I knew he meant it last night. But then again, I also knew he loved me months ago. He told me once a while back, that when he finally said it, he would mean it with his entire soul. After last night, I have no doubts that he does.

I’m still not comfortable with the whole Sarah situation. We have a long road ahead of us trying to figure out a solution that will work for everyone, including Sarah. Brett promised me in the shower that he was hiring an attorney this morning to help push the divorce forward. I’m glad he brought it up because even though I feel confident in our relationship now, I don’t think I will ever be truly comfortable until the divorce is final. He also promised to tell me if, and when, he goes to see her. No more avoiding the topic.

“Okay, I’ll see you this afternoon,” I reply, but Brett stands staring at me expectantly. “What?” I ask when he doesn’t leave.