Page 29 of Echo’s Secret

"How do I make you feel?"

"Safe. Cherished. Like I can let go completely and you'll catch me." Her eyes are glassy with unshed tears. "Like maybe I'm not alone anymore."

That's exactly what I want to give her. What I'll spend the rest of my life giving her if she lets me.

"You're not alone," I tell her. "Not anymore. Not ever again."

She reaches for me, hand shaking slightly. I take it and press a kiss to her palm. She watches me with something like wonder in her eyes.

"I'm starting to believe that," she says.

"Good," I say, still on my knees before her. "Because we're just getting started."

She smirks, that challenging, beautiful smirk that drove me crazy months ago and is doing the same damn thing now.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she says, voice husky. "Because I missed your cock, Wesley. Missed the way you feel inside me."

Fuck. I stand up slowly, watching her track every movement. She's still leaning back against the wall, legs spread, completely open to me.

"Yeah?" I reach for my belt. "My cock missed you too. Hasn't stopped thinking about being buried inside you since you left."

I unbuckle the belt and pop the button on my jeans. The sound seems loud in the quiet room. Hannah's breathing picks up again, her eyes locked on my hands as I slowly lower the zipper.

I push the jeans down my hips and step out of them, kicking them aside to join the rest of our clothes. Now I'm standing in front of her in just my briefs, my cock straining against the fabric so hard it's almost painful.

Hannah's eyes drop to the obvious bulge. She bites her lip, and I swear I get even harder at the sight.

"Come here," she says, extending her hands toward me.

I step between her spread thighs. She immediately reaches for me, palms sliding over my chest, down my abs, lower. When her fingers brush over my cock through the briefs, I hiss out a breath.

"Hannah—"

"Shh," she says, using my own words against me. "My turn."

She hooks her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and tugs them down. My cock springs free, thick and throbbing. Her eyes go wide like she'd forgotten exactly how big I am.

"Fuck," she breathes.

Then her hand wraps around me and I nearly lose my mind.

She strokes me slowly, from base to tip, thumb swiping over the head to gather the precum there. The sensation is almost too much after months of nothing but my own hand and memories of her.

"Hannah," I grit out. "If you keep doing that, this is going to be over way too fast."

She looks up at me through her lashes. "Then stop me."

Instead, she strokes me again. Tighter this time. Using the precum to ease the glide. My hips jerk forward on their own.

"Need you inside," she says, voice urgent now. "Right now, Wesley. I need to feel you."

Yeah. I fucking need that too.

I catch her wrist gently, stopping her movements before I embarrass myself.

"Have you been with someone else since we stopped seeing each other?"

She shakes her head. "I haven't been with anyone. Have you?"