Love Profound (Cowboys & Angels 2)

Pushing my thong to the side, Wade spread my legs open and pushed his fingers inside. Priming me, he let out a long moan.

“I’m going to bury my face between your legs later, darlin’. I want to taste you so fucking bad.”

“Wade, please. Now! I want to feel you.”

He slammed into me so fast and hard, I let out a small scream. Wade stopped moving.

“No! I’m okay. Please, don’t stop.”

“I need a minute. If you move or I move, this show will be over before the opening credits begin, darlin’.” Wade took a minute to compose himself from the hedonistic feeling of going commando.

Then he started again, moving in and out building up my orgasm each time he pushed back in. It felt so damn amazing. It wasn’t going to take long with the way he was moving. Each thrust was hitting the spot.

Jesus. Why did we wait so long to do this?

Sex without a condom with Wade was my new favorite thing.

“Oh, Amelia. It feels so good. Baby, it feels so good.”

“I’m going to come. Oh, God, Wade!”

I could feel myself squeeze his cock. Wade laid across my back and let out a long, low groan as he pushed in deeper.

“Amelia…oh, God.”

My body was still trembling as I gripped the table and tried to keep my legs from giving out from under me. The weight of Wade’s body on mine felt amazing.

“Jesus, I think that is the fastest I’ve ever come in my life,” Wade gasped as he stood up.

Laughing, I glanced over my shoulder. “As nice as that was, I demand a re-do.”

Wade smiled and pulled out of me. The feel of cum running down my leg for the very first time was amazing.

“Damn, darlin’. Let me clean you up really quick.”

Wade pulled my panties off, went in search of a washcloth and gently cleaned me between the legs. He slipped my panties back on and stood.

“I love you, darlin’. That was…fuck! I’ve got no words. It was that damn good.”

I reached up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I pulled back and looked into those beautiful eyes. “It was magical,” I said. “I love you, too.”

“I’m dying to see New Orleans. Want to head to the French Quarter and find somewhere to eat?”

With a wide grin, I nodded.

Wade and I leaned back in our chairs and grinned.

“I’m freaking full.”

With a giggle, I wiped the corners of my mouth and tossed my napkin onto the table. “K Paul’s is one of my favorite restaurants. I put it in one of my books and the main characters had their ‘dessert’ in the bathroom after dinner.”

“I can see why it’s one of your favorites. The food is amazing.”

The waiter brought the check, and Wade tossed some cash down. “Come on, I want to walk around and take it all in.”

I stood and took his outstretched hand.

As we strolled the streets of the French Quarter, Wade and I talked about everything. The house, how beautiful Gage was, how well Chloe was adjusting to her new baby brother. Our future.

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” I asked.

Wade shrugged. “I’m not sure. I’ve never been one who thought too long and hard about things like that. I hope I’m healthy, happy, and waking up every morning next to you.”

I stopped walking and faced him. “Do you have any idea how you make me feel? How incredibly romantic you are?”

He grinned and cupped the side of my face with his hand. “It all comes natural when it comes to you. You’re so damn easy to love.”

He took my hand in his and we continued to walk the amazing streets of New Orleans.

We stepped in and out of bars and stores. My cheeks hurt from laughing as Wade pointed out all the people who were drunk out of their minds.

We found our way to Cat’s Meow, where Wade and I danced for an hour straight. The music pulsed through my body as Wade pulled me to him. “Are you having fun, darlin’?”

Tossing my head back, I yelled out, “Yes! Oh, my gosh, this is the best night ever! But I think I need some air.”

Wade smiled and guided me out of the bar.

I stepped onto Bourbon Street, took in a deep breath and let it out. I was so happy, my body was buzzing. I spun around and threw myself into Wade’s arms.

“This night couldn’t be any better!” I said.

Wade gazed into my eyes as he held me in his arms. “I think it could.”

Lifting my brows, I asked, “How could it possibly get better?”

Gently setting me down, Wade cupped my face within his hands. The intensity in his eyes made my whole body tremble.

“Marry me, Amelia.”

Adrenaline rushed through my body, leaving a tingling sensation in its path.

“W-what?”

Wade searched my face. “Let’s get married. Right here, while we’re in New Orleans.”