With her legs wrapped around me, I move to the bed. “It’s why I love you, Wyatt Hennington.”

“Yeah?” I smile as I lay her down.

“You made me love you because you’re honest and loving. You give love so freely that it’s infectious. I didn’t want to love you. I wanted to go to Bell Buckle, bide my time, come back to Philly.” She touches my cheek. “It turns out I didn’t want that at all. I only wanted you.”

She’ll have all of that and more. I’ll give her the world if she wants it. I’ll buy her a damn Starbucks and run it myself if that’s what it takes to make her come back with me.

I don’t let her say anything else before my mouth is on hers, and I kiss her breathless. I’m a happy man right now. I have her in my arms, and she’s where she belongs—with me.

Angie opens her mouth and lets me in. Every time I get a taste of her sweetness, I fall harder. Everything about her makes me crazy—sometimes in a bad way. She’s not fake like some of the girls I’ve been around. She doesn’t go crazy trying to impress me or make me want her. I don’t have to question if what she’s sayin’ is what she means.

Angie is all mine.

My mouth moves down her neck, kissing every inch I travel. Thankfully, she’s wearing one of these night dress things. It makes for very easy access. My hands roam the front of her body. She lifts her chest as I inch closer to her breasts. “You want me to touch you, baby?” I ask against her ear.

“Yes,” she moans.

I love a woman who can ask for what she wants and demand what she needs. It’s fucking hot.

“Tell me.”

Her eyes go from soft to hard. There’s my girl. “Touch me,” Angie demands. “Make me remember.”

I yank the strap down and my hand cups her breast, pulling it to my mouth. I know how much she loves this. Her fingers clutch the back of my head as I suck and bite down.

Her moans spur me further. I love the sounds she makes. I love knowing exactly what she likes. Men want a woman to be free in the bedroom. What we do here is ours, and Angie doesn’t hold back.

“I want you,” she begs. “I need you to touch me.”

“I plan to, baby. I plan on lovin’ you all night long.”

I move down her body, kissing her stomach on the way down. I kiss the scar that she’ll forever have from that night. I grip her hand and lace our fingers together as I kiss every inch of it. This will be a reminder of what we’ve lost, but also what we’ve gained.

Faith brought us together in so many ways. She’ll always be a part of us.

Angie’s other hand runs through my hair. “It’s okay.”

I look up. “It is now.”

My lips descend lower against her pussy, and I let out a soft breath, which makes the muscles in her legs tense. When I use the tip of my tongue to trace her cleft, she shudders.

“Wyatt.” She leans on her elbows.

She wants more. I see it in her eyes.

Without wasting anymore time, I press my tongue down and she moans. I savor her sweetness but am careful not to let her come too soon. I lick and suck on her clit. Enjoying each movement that she makes against my mouth.

“I’m gonna come!” She starts repeating. “Holy shit!”

I finally give her what she wants and suck her clit into my mouth, making her explode. I hold her hips as I continue to make different patterns with my tongue, milking every ounce of pleasure from her body. I want her to remember this time.

Then, I’m climbing up her body and pulling her nightgown with me. She lifts to remove it and then pushes me onto my back. “I love you,” she says with a grin.

I reply instantly. “I love you.”

“I love how you make me feel about myself.” She drops kisses on my chest. “But most of all . . .” Her body moves lower, and I lift my hips so she can remove my shorts. “I love who you are. And I love that you’re mine.”

Angie wraps her mouth around my cock and sucks. “Fuck!” I use every bit of restraint I have to keep my hips from bucking and making her choke. She bobs up and down, taking me into the back of her throat. I have to keep my eyes closed. If I see her doing this, I’ll blow my load. I try to focus on anything but the sounds she’s making and the heat of her mouth.

She lets out a throaty moan, and I almost lose it.

I pull her face up, and she smiles like she knows exactly what I’m thinkin’.

Playtime is over.

I climb on my knees, and I use my body to push her back onto the bed. “Tell me you love me,” I command.

“I love you.”

Hearing it from her lips is like a piece of heaven in my soul.

“Tell me you’re staying with me.”

I line myself up, and she opens wide for me. I push myself just barely in and she groans. “I’m staying,” she promises.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me why.”

We never break the connection of our eyes. I’m giving her more of me with each promise she makes. “Because I want you. I need you. I love you!”

That’s all I need to hear.

I bury myself all the way inside her and give her all I have.

Angie

~ A Month Later ~

“YOU’RE SURE?” ERIN ASKS FOR the tenth time as I hand her the papers.

“I’m sure.”

I love this city. It will always be a part of me, but I miss Tennessee. I miss my family there, my best friend, and the life Wyatt and I were building. Wyatt basically moved into my apartment, and we’ve spent the last month finding our way again.

He’s been fantastic. It’s been fantastic. After the second week, though, I knew I wanted to go home.

We talked a lot, and I came to Erin with a proposal. She now is the face of For Cup’s Cake in Philadelphia. I’m still an owner, but a silent one. This way, Erin will be able to move forward with whatever she wants, and I have enough money to stay afloat while I figure my shit out.

I plan to open a store in Tennessee after I talk to Mrs. Kannan. She dropped a lot of hints about wanting to retire, and Wyatt and I both agree that she is plotting for me to take her place.

“I’m sad to see you go, but I don’t think I would stay either.” She gives me a hug.

“He’s worth the risk, you know?” I say, looking at Wyatt standing in the bakery.

“I’m sure he is.”

I say my goodbyes to everyone in the store. My apartment is all packed, as is Wyatt’s. He apparently was on a month to month lease, which he failed to tell me until two weeks ago. The good thing was that since I live in a much desired area, my apartment sold very quickly. We had a contract on it the day it was listed, and the buyer pushed for a quick closing, which worked for me.

“We should do something fun before we head back,” I suggest as we walk arm and arm. I bundle up close to him as the weather has definitely taken a turn. I can already smell the snow in the air.

“Like?”

“I don’t know. We could take a drive to New York. I know you’ve never been, and I don’t know when we’ll be around here again.”

“We could,” he agrees. “Or we could go to Vegas.”

“What?”