HANNAH (Silicon Valley Billionaires 3)

His blue eyes flashed as he ran his hands down my body. “And I love the pants, by the way. Very hot.”

“Thank you.” I sucked in a deep breath as he gently cupped my ass. “They’re fake leather. Vegan, in case you were wondering.”

He arched an eyebrow and laughed. “Vegan leather pants? Now I’ve heard everything.”

I buried my face in his chest and giggled, too, but it was more from nerves than anything else.

He could sense it immediately. “Hey.” He removed his hands from my ass and gently kissed the top of my head. “We don’t have to do this tonight. We can just go to sleep.”

I looked up and straight into his eyes, so kind and concerned. “Oh, we are doing this tonight.”

He crushed his lips against mine, and I shuddered in pleasure as our tongues connected, lazily at first, then growing in urgency.

I was breathing hard when we finally broke apart. “We are so doing this. Get on the bed, big boy.”

Wes held up his hands in mock surrender, biceps bulging, and headed for the bed. Once he was settled, I turned on some music and slowly stripped off my clothes, letting him watch. I felt a little self-conscious, but I wanted him to know that I wanted him badly, and that I was ready. Because I was so ready. I don’t know if it was the crazy light machine or telling him what had really happened to me or if it had just been enough time, but I was done with waiting. I needed him. I needed to feel him inside me.

I headed to the bed and straddled him. He was already rock hard, ready for me, and I sucked in a deep breath as I pressed myself against him. Do I still know how to do this?

He stroked my face gently, gazing into my eyes. “Baby? Are you sure?”

In that moment, all the fear and anxiety fell away—because I knew in my heart that if I said no or showed the slightest hesitation, he would be fine. We would be fine.

“I’m sure. Wes, I need to tell you something.”

“Babe?”

“I love you. I love you so much.”

“You do?”

I nodded, feeling solemn. “I wish I’d told you sooner.”

His eyes looked like they filled with tears for a second, but he gave a manly cough and they were gone. “I love you, too.”

I grinned. “You do?”

“I wish I’d told you sooner, too.”

He sat up straighter to kiss me, but I didn’t miss the flash of pain on his face.

“Wesley Eden, you’re still hurting,” I scolded.

“I’ll live. But not without you,” he growled, and crushed his lips against mine again.

He sank his big hands into my hair. Our kiss quickly turned urgent, and I moaned as he deepened it. I pulled back, a little breathless, and asked, “Can we switch places?”

He tenderly brushed the hair back from my face. “We can do whatever you want.”

I rolled off of him and onto my back. Wes knew I thought the missionary position was the most romantic, and I wanted to feel

his big body covering mine. He made me feel safe.

He gently placed himself on top of me, keeping his weight on his arms. His muscles strained, and I wondered if this was too much on him, but then he kissed me again, and I could feel his erection throbbing between my legs, and all I could think about was getting him inside me.

“I can tell you’re worried about me—don’t be. I’d stop if I felt like I needed to.”

I let out the deep breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding. “Okay.”