Page 193 of The Surprise Play

But I stayed. I fought, the internal battle raging as I clung to this man.

I said what he told me to, and it’s getting easier each time the words slip out of my mouth.

He thinks I’m amazing.

He thinks I’m fucking amazing.

And now he’s inside me, his body gliding over mine as his tongue sends me to some heavenly plane. I’ve been here before, every time I’ve kissed him, but this plane is brighter somehow. More intense.

Because he loves me, and I know it without a doubt.

He’s not just saying it to make me feel better.

Heactuallymeans it.

Wily Wilson loves me!

All of me—my mind, my soul, my body.

The look on his face when he was telling me all those beautiful things…

I grip his back, desperate for him to know how much that all meant to me. My chest is full, swirling with this heady sensation that makes me feel like I could fly.

He plunges into me again, ripping his mouth off mine as he loses his breath, and the heat between us starts to burn like blue fire.

“Baby,” he moans, curling his arms under my shoulders and pumping a little faster.

Yes! I love it when he goes deep like this. He’s all I can feel, his impressive body covering me, owning me in ways I never thought possible.

Lifting my leg, I hook my foot around his back, and he grabs my thigh, his fingers digging in as he shifts angles and hits a sweet spot that makes me whimper.

It feels so good.

“Fuck, this is amazing,” he pants, lying over me again, his breath hitting my ear.

I turn my face, kissing a trail across his bare shoulder, then catching our reflection in the mirror.

My body flushes with embarrassment, but I force myself to look. To watch his powerful thigh move when he bends his leg and keeps pumping into me.

His back muscles are beautiful, and I study the way they shift when he pulls back to rest on his elbows. I run my hands down his gorgeous bicep and forearm, stillwatching his body, then force myself to check out my profile beneath his.

My rounded, dimpled edges move and jiggle, nothing like his defined curves, but I somehow fit beneath him just fine.

He loves my soft edges.

I turn him on.

Lil’ ol’ me, who never felt good enough, is sending this Thor-like god to a full-blown orgasm. Hewantsto be inside me. He makes me feel like if he can’t have me, it’ll be the world’s biggest travesty.

The thought makes my stomach quiver, and I turn back to face him just as his eyes pop open. Smiling up at his stunning face, I brush my teeth across my bottom lip. “I love you, Coyote.”

He grins down at me, stealing my breath when he does a deep drive that I can feel all the way to my core.

Tipping my head back with a moan, I enjoy the heat spreading through me.

He drives into me again.

And again.