The Resurrection of Wildflowers (Wildflower #2)(53)

“Toothpaste,” I mutter to myself, wanting to get rid of the fuzzy feeling in my mouth.

Thayer gets out of the shower, and I shamelessly ogle him in the mirror’s reflection. My mouth literally waters. I hastily spit out my toothpaste before I make a fool of myself.

Only Thayer has the ability to completely ransack my thoughts and make me forget how sad I am just by looking at him.

Thayer swipes a towel from the rack, wrapping it around his waist.

I whimper as he approaches me, squeezing my legs together. Apparently hungover me turns into horny me.

He wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing the sensitive skin of my neck. I lean back into him, inhaling the scent of his woodsy body wash.

Just being held by him instantly makes me feel better.

Rinsing out my mouth with mouthwash, I spit it back into the sink and then reach for my hairbrush.

“My drunk memory might be hazy, but I think I remember you wanting to talk about something.”

He leans his hip against the sink. “I did.”

“And?” I prompt, setting my hair brush down.

My mouth waters just looking at him. He really needs to go put some clothes on because Thayer still wet from the shower with only a towel is my kryptonite.

His eyes narrow on me. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“L-Like what?” I lick my lips. I can’t help it, I’m so insanely attracted to him, and something about my grief has me wanting to be held and loved by him.

“Like you want me to fuck you.”

I lift my chin defiantly. “Maybe I do.”

I don’t know who moves first, but suddenly I’m in his arms, his hand cupping the back of my head. Our tongues tangle together, and he backs me into the bedroom. He lets me go, a soft cry leaving me at the loss of his body heat. He checks that the door is locked and then he’s back in front of me.

“God, I fucking love you,” he growls, devouring me.

Some people wait a lifetime for a love like this.

I found it at eighteen in my grumpy, plant loving, lumberjack of a neighbor. Our paths diverged for a while there, but we were always meant to end up back here.

Thayer lays me down on the bed. Sitting up, I tear off my top. He hungrily takes in my bare breasts, leaning over me to suck first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.

I undo his towel, letting it drop and quickly grip his hard cock. His breath hisses between his teeth. Grabbing my boy short underwear I slept in, he yanks them down my ankles and drops them on the floor. His fingers find my core, rubbing my clit.

“Right there,” I beg, rolling my hips.

He keeps rubbing just like I asked him, while I stroke his length.

“Need to be inside you,” he begs. “You’re gonna make me come just like this.”

I guide his cock to my pussy and he doesn’t waste any time sinking inside. His head falls back with a moan. I fucking love hearing his sounds. It’s the biggest turn on knowing he gets so much pleasure from my body.

My nails dig into his ass cheeks, urging him on.

It’s hard, fast, and a little bit wild. But I love seeing him let go.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, gripping my hips tighter. “You’re squeezing my cock so tight.”

He stands at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms around my legs to pull me impossibly closer. He lifts my hips higher and the change in position is all I need for my orgasm to rip through me. He pumps his hips harder, faster, until he spills inside me.

He collapses on top of me, holding his weight up by his hands positioned on either side of my head.

“I love you,” he whispers in my ear. “I love you so goddamn much.”

I cup his scruffy cheeks in the palms of my hands, staring up into his eyes. “I love you, too.”

I cherish being able to say those three words to him.

He pulls from my body, his cock still half-hard. “Stay here.”

I watch him unabashedly as he pads into the bathroom. The faucet runs and he returns a minute later pressing a warm, damp cloth between my legs. I move my hips, unable to help myself. I just had him, but I already want him again. Thayer has this way of turning me into a fiend.

He bites his lip, still wiping gently at my core. His eyes flick up to mine and I’m surprised when he asks, “Do you want more kids?”

I used to wonder if I did want more, it’s something that’s been in the back of my mind more as of late. Especially with Seda turning six in a matter of months. When Caleb approached the topic of having a baby I didn’t freak out because I didn’t want more kids, but over the fact that it felt wrong to have a child with him when I felt like he deserved more than me.

“Yes.” I feel sure of the answer this time.

He sets the cloth aside. “Do you know…”

“Do I know what?” I prompt when he grows quiet.

He yanks a pair of boxer-briefs out of the dresser drawer and tugs them on. “Do you know when?”

“I’m not sure.” I look away from him nervously. “Soon, I guess. Seda will be six and I know she’d love to be a big sister.”

He leans over my body, cupping my face. Gently, he rubs his thumb over my bottom lip. “You can say no, I won’t be mad…”

I narrow my eyes. “Okay?”

“I’d like for you to go off your birth control.”