It wasn’t long until he let out a sigh, placing a kiss on the top of my head. “If I don’t get up, I’ll fall asleep like this.”
I hummed into him. “Fine. But don’t blame me if I’m asleep when you get back.”
Wyatt squeezed me closer before getting up, and this time I let him. I turned on my side and watched as he dug through his drawer, tossing me a T-shirt, and then disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on, and suddenly I was very, very awake.
I gave him a few moments before I undressed, leaving my clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed, not hesitating even once before slowly opening the door to the bathroom and joining him in the shower. We stayed there until the water ran cold and our fingers were wrinkled, taking the time to explore every inch that we could.
Wyatt sat across my couch from me with his focus completely on the episode ofOnce Upon a Time, the pizza, sushi, burgers—basically everything I asked for—sitting on my coffee table. I asked him not to make a big deal of my birthday. It was never something I celebrated as a kid, so when he showed up with bags of takeout food, a vase of flowers, and a soft “Happy birthday, gorgeous,” I never felt more celebrated, more loved—more seen.
And he was way too far away from me.
The entire time he watched as Emma and Hook danced together in the past, I watched him. The itch to reach out for him tingled into my fingers. The man had touched me in so many ways; his tongue had licked basically every inch of my body. He learned how to make my body ignite in ways I never knew possible—but we had yet to go any further. We were thedefinition of a slow burn…and the want was growing stronger. I wanted him.
The other night when we got home, for a moment I thought it was going to happen when he crawled over me, then the shower—I was sure he would make the move then. I could feel—and see—how much he wanted me, but he wouldn’t take it further than just touching and kissing. Even when I bent on my knees in front of him, taking his entire length in my hand, he made sure I knew I didn’t have to do it—I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. I showed him exactly how much I wanted it, but the moment the shower was done, we simply went to bed. If he didn’t make a move soon, I would.
Heaving a sigh, I pushed myself off the couch, knowing exactly how the episode ended—with Hook and Emma finally admitting their love for each other—and knowing exactly how I wanted our night to end, I suddenly felt very parched. Filling my cup to the brim with water, I chugged it down, hoping the cold water would chill the heat that boiled in me. It did not. I could hear Emma say her line,You traded your ship for me?Then Hook:Aye,and for the first time since discovering that show and rooting for Emma and Hook to be together, I rolled my eyes.
I could hear the show end as I quickly chugged another glass of water, drowning out the monologue of love with my heavy gulps. The now-empty glass clinked on the counter, and before I could make the decision to go and jump my boyfriend, I felt his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me into him. I didn’t even hear the TV turn off, or his footsteps come behind me, but suddenly it didn’t matter. He made my decision for me.
I hummed. “You read my mind, just what I wanted.”
“A hug?” He kissed my temple.
“You,” I answered.
I leaned my head on his shoulder and inhaled, my hands running along his forearms, holding him tighter, loving the small chuckle he let out.
“I know I already said this,”—he began to sway us—“but happy birthday.”
“I hope the night isn’t over yet,” I admitted, twisting to face him. He kissed me the instant my lips became available to him, and I moaned into him, loving the taste as his tongue began to dance with mine. “Please tell me,” I whispered against him, placing my forehead against his, “I can finally have you tonight.”
“Quinn…,” he replied, pulling away slightly.
“I want more than touching,” I began to beg. “I want more than teasing. I want all of you, Wyatt. Please.” I lifted my head. “For my birthday.”
“Pulling the birthday card, huh?” He raised a brow, and I laughed, giving him another chaste kiss. He let out a soft groan. “You have no idea—”
“Oh, I do. I have an idea. I’m done waiting, Wyatt.”
“I don’t—”
“Don’t what?” I asked, cutting him off, my hands sliding down his chest. “Don’t want this?”Me?
His eyes flashed with concern. “Fuck no, Quinn, I don’t think you know how much I want you.”
“Then why are we waiting?” I breathed, meeting his gaze.
His lips parted. “I’ve wanted you for so long, probably since you first turned me down, but—” His forehead fell to my shoulder, but once he lifted his head and his eyes hit mine, a deep breath left my lungs. He bit his bottom lip and searched me. “You have no idea how much I love hearing all the sounds you make when I touch you or the way you shiver under my tongue. It’s been absolute torture not being inside you. But Quinn, you’re more than sex, and I couldn’t rush it. I didn’t want you to think that’s all I wanted when it came to you.”
“I don’t think that. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, you’re all I think about. I love the soundsyoumake, too. I love the way you taste onmytongue.” I grinned at him, seeing his cheeks blush when I used his own words. “Wyatt, please—I want you to make love to me.”
Make love to me.
He inhaled. “I don’t think I’ve ever made love before,” he admitted, his voice deep and heavy, causing an electric jolt to pass through my body.
“Then let me be your first.” I reached for him, my own voice shivering as I watched him melt.
Wyatt lifted me off the ground with ease, and I gasped. He moved, taking each step slowly as he made his way to my bedroom. It wasn’t quick and frantic like I expected it to be; it was slow and steady, each move orchestrated as we climbed the stairs, almost as if we had practiced this. My hands started to get needy as they trailed all over his neck, tracing his veins down to his shoulders. Giving in to him, I kissed where my fingers just were, loving the soft groan that came from him as he kicked my door open. Gently, he set me on my bed, his hands moving from my ass to my hips, slipping his fingers under my shirt, the tickle driving me insane.
