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The air is stifling, ripe with unspoken longing and temptation as we linger in the elevator. My heart pounds erratically, body taut as a bowstring. I'm paralyzed, torn between claiming Kathryn for my own, or embracing the dangerous possibilities unfurling before us.
Part of me rebels violently at the notion of anyone else laying hands on her. When I see the desire in Wyatt's stormy eyes, the unconcealed wanting, my fingers itch to wrap around his throat. And Wilder, with his effortless charm and casual touches, he ignites something far more primal and terrifying within me.
I want to rage and snarl like an animal.
But even through the haze of possessive desperation and clawing need, I see the potential shining tantalizingly before us. I meet Wyatt's conflicted but intrigued stare, understanding passing wordlessly between us. Wilder's blue eyes gleam recklessly, inviting me to shed restraint and propriety and revel in the possibilities.
When Kat turns to me, cheeks endearingly flushed, something finally unravels inside me.
Shit. Am I really about to do this?
Chapter 22
My heart pounds erratically as we linger frozen in the elevator, the air thick with temptation. It's like the temperature has risen to an unbearable degree, yet goosebumps prickle over my skin, my body confused by the warring signals.
I can't tear my gaze away from Wyatt's stormy eyes, dark with unrestrained hunger as he looks at me. The unspoken longing passing between us steals my breath, making my chest constrict almost painfully. I ache to close the distance between us, to melt against his sturdy frame and feel those strong hands caressing my curves that his heated stare traces so unabashedly.
What would that polished restraint of his feel like shattered in the throes of passion? Could I unravel his composure completely? Curiosity wars with fear within me as I picture his powerful body claiming mine.
Even Wilder gazes at me now with new intensity, his usual cocky grin replaced by raw, magnetic need that he makes no effort to disguise. I shiver under his penetrating stare, my cheeks flushed. His casual flirtations and playful winks have shifted into something far more dangerous, something that makes my blood run hotter than the tropical sunshine outside.
And Emrys...beneath his silent brooding lurks such simmering possessiveness and desire, it makes me tremble. I still feel the heated echo of his lips claiming mine fervently in the rainforest, wiping all rational thought from my mind. The way his hard body pressed against me so insistently–so possessively–still invades my most feverish thoughts. I crave to unleash that primal intensity once more.
What’s happening to me?
This whole fake boyfriend arrangement was only supposed to be a temporary scheme to appease my family. Yet now, gazing at these three tempting men, my body flushed and aching in a way I've never experienced before, I'm torn between the fear of what-if, and seizing the exhilarating possibilities before me. Possibilities that tempt me to abandon all reason. To feed this ravenous hunger inside.
I can't deny that being around them has awakened something in me.
Wyatt's refined admiration makes me feel treasured, seen not just for my outward confidence but the vulnerability beneath. Wilder's playful charm brings out a reckless abandon I usually keep locked away, letting me escape my anxieties and embrace the excitement of the moment. And Emrys' burning intensity doesn't frighten me like it should...instead, it ignites an answering inferno inside me, raging out of control.
I know each of them stirs something unique within me, speaks to different pieces of my fractured heart. Perhaps it's time I stop overthinking and just feel as Wilder's daring eyes seem to implore me to do.
But is giving in to this dangerous thrill wise? Or am I playing with fire that’s certain to burn me once the fantasy ends?
My heart and body scream to throw caution to the wind and revel in the passions these fascinating men stir within me. But my mind urges restraint, reminding me of past heartbreaks when I surrendered too hastily to charming smiles and sweet words.
As the possibilities stretch out endless and exhilarating before me, I teeter on the edge of a precipice from which there will be no return. Do I resist this magnetic pull between us and preserve my heart? Or do I embrace the fall and dare to feed the flickering flame of hope stirring treacherously inside me?
I take a deep breath and meet Wyatt's stormy gaze again, seeing his own conflict mirrored there. Before I can think better of it, I reach for his hand, interlacing our fingers only to feel his answering squeeze. No more overthinking, I tell myself. Tonight, I choose possibility over fear.
When Wyatt's lips meet mine, the rest of the world falls away. I yield to the moment, to the chemistry that's been simmering between us from the start. The kiss begins tentatively, both of us hyper aware of being on the edge of a precipice from which there will be no turning back.
But then desire takes over, our mouths meeting again and again, each time with greater urgency. My fingers tangle in his dark hair as his strong hands span my hips. Pulling me up and into his arms, I wrap my legs around his hips. All thought of propriety is gone, replaced only by an aching need for more. I have never felt more alive than in this moment.
For once, I decide to silence the bullshit in my head and just go for it.
Wyatt's kiss leaves me dizzy, my body burning as he presses me up against the wall the second we cross the threshold into our suite. His usual restraint has snapped, giving way to pure, unrestrained desire as his hands skim down my sides to grip my hips tightly.
"If we’re doing this, I'm in charge here, understand?" His words are clipped, edged with a command, even through the ragged breaths falling from his lips. I manage a shaky nod, arousal coiling hotly at his more dominant side. He takes a moment to glance from Emrys to Wilder, both surprisingly acquiescing to his demand with short nods, though their eyes don’t leave me.
Carrying me to my room, Wyatt tosses me to the edge of the bed and regards me like a predator stalking his prey. His stormy eyes blaze with hunger as he steps forward and trails the backs of his hands slowly up my torso. “You’re on birth control, correct?” I nod silently and he grins.
"Off," he commands, fingering the hem of my t-shirt. I obey instantly, pulling it over my head and letting it fall to the floor. When he eyes the lacy black bra for too long, I snap to remove that too. Wyatt makes an approving sound low in his throat as his gaze roams over my newly exposed skin. My nipples pebble under the intensity of his stare.
I flush under the intensity of his stare as he finally begins to remove the absurd chicken suit and exposes inch after inch of tantalizing skin. He looks at me like a man who's been starved for far too long. And I know I probably look exactly the same.
In a flash, he pushes me back onto the plush blankets, the hard lines of his body bracketing mine. Our bare chests press together as Wyatt claims my lips fiercely. I yield instantly to his fervent, dominating movements, trembling with desire. His tongue tangles with mine skillfully, stoking the raging fire inside me and pulling a needy moan from my throat.
