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I pull back, nipping at her bottom lip. “Ready to head back? I have it on good authority that we’ll have the place to ourselves.” My voice is rough, thick with need that I know she can hear. She knows what I’m really offering.
Her eyes are glazed, and she bites her bottom lip before nodding once.
Perhaps she doesn’t need to know that I tracked her sister down and begged her to distract Emrys and Wyatt for the night. They’re probably busy busting ass for the bride–to help with wedding stuff or with the next Sharpe family escapade.
No. I’ll keep that for myself tonight.
At her acquiescence, I grin, grabbing her and throwing her over my shoulder. She squeals before erupting into giggles. “Wyatt! I thought you were supposed to be the gentleman!”
I surreptitiously palm her ass, pretending to be adjusting my hold on her. “Well where did you get that idea? I am still a man, pet.” My fingers skim closer to the area between her legs and she moans at the combination of my teasing and the nickname.
I make quick work of rushing us back up to our suite, striding straight through the empty living space and to the bedroom, kicking the doors shut behind us. She lets out a squeal as I toss her on the bed before she’s flipping over and pushing the hair out of her face.
I grin down at her wickedly from the end of the bed.
“What’s your safe word, pet?”
Chapter 28
Now, normally I might be hesitant to sleep with a man after just having sex with a different man like five hours ago, after having slept with three men at the same time the night before. But not tonight.
Not with Wyatt standing at the end of the bed looking like that. Saying things like that. After a night like that.
Who can blame me?
What’s your safe word, pet?
I’m in trouble. I know what it means. I’ve dabbled in that world before. Though most interactions have been terribly lacking. But when it comes out of Wyatt’s mouth, with his near-black eyes as he gazes hungrily down at me like I’m his newest obsession? Well, shit. I feel like I’m about to get a crash course in everything I’ve missed out on.
Thank God, I’m open to pretty much everything.
“Mercy,” I croak, my throat working to create sound at all.
His grin widens to a devilish smile, eyes darkening impossibly, and he nods approvingly. “And why mercy, pet?” He begins to unbutton his shirt, each move methodical and deliberate. Slow, even.
“Because I won’t ever beg for mercy.”
What the hell did I just say? Oh shit. I’ve read way too many dark romances. I’m not sticking to my sitcom boundaries.
Oh well. It’s fucking hot.
"Is that right?” He chuckles darkly and I nod, licking my lips as my gaze drops lower and lower down his body. A rumble emanates from his chest, his shirt finally coming loose and slipping off his shoulders to the floor, revealing his muscled torso that makes my mouth run dry. His slate gray eyes pin me in place, filled with heated promise.
“That’s good. Because I won’t ever give it.” He kicks off his shoes and unbuckles his belt, tugging it loose from the loops agonizingly slowly. I try to catch my breath as it falls to the floor and I can see his hard length straining against the front of his pants. The fabric does nothing to hide the impressive length of him, and I bite back a moan, fisting the blanket beneath me.
He shucks his pants and steps forward, leaving him in just a pair of deliciously tight boxer briefs. My eyes fly up to meet his again and he smirks.
"Strip," he commands. His tone sends a shiver down my spine, toes curling in anticipation. This polite, polished man has a deliciously dominant side I'm aching to fully unleash.
I obey instantly, fingers flying over the zipper of my dress. Wyatt circles the bed like a prowling panther as I reveal more skin, until I'm kneeling completely bare before him. His gaze trails over me possessively, drinking in my nude form.
"So lovely," he murmurs in approval. Then his eyes sharpen, jaw tightening. "But not nearly marked up enough yet."
Before I can react, he grasps my hips and flips me onto my stomach. I gasp as he yanks my wrists together behind my back, securing them firmly with some kind of cloth.
"This will have to do for now," Wyatt rasps as he finishes knotting my makeshift restraints. Already I can feel my pulse quickening, my core growing slick.
His weight settles over me, pinning me down against the silken sheets. I whimper as he nips the sensitive skin of my shoulder almost painfully before sucking a mark there. His stubble rasps deliciously against my hyper-aware flesh as he brands me with open mouthed kisses and sharp bites.
