“You better not be teasing me,” I said breathlessly. “You’ve teased me so much; I can’t take it anymore.”
“I’ve done more than tease.” He grinned, his voice heavy with need, lifting my shirt to kiss my stomach. I shivered. “I’ve kissed you here.” He kissed my hip. “And here.” He kissed my navel. “And here…” His fingers trailed down my shorts, skimming over the seam of my center.
“I want so much more.” I moaned, wanting to feel him literally everywhere.
“I’ll give you everything, Quinn.”
“I’ve told you,” I whispered, reaching down for him, my fingers threading through his hair. “All I want is you.”
“I’m yours.” He slipped his hand under my back, lifting me to a sitting position. He raised my arms and slowly pulled my shirt over my head. I had been naked in front of him before, but this just felt different. I was bare in more ways than one, and his breath hitched as he raised his hands to my neck. “Fuck…” he growled, his eyes roaming my bare skin. “I’ll never get used to seeing you like this. So fucking sexy.”
“And you…” I began to play with the hem of his own shirt, tickling his abs the same way he teased me. Once his chest was bare, I arched my back and studied him. If anyone was fucking sexy in this room, it was him, and he was mine to feel. “I’ll never get used to touching you. I love it when you shiver under my fingers.” Lightly, I trailed my fingers down his chest with my gaze following, taking the time to trace every defined line that graced his body.
“Quinn,” he breathed, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “I love you,” he hushed, a shake to his voice.
I paused my fingers, held my breath, and met his gaze. Nothing was more certain than this.
“I love you.” I had absolutely no hesitation, no shake to my own voice. I was sure. “I love you.”
Grasping the nape of his neck, I pressed into him. A breath left his lungs, and when he kissed me, the pull to him was so much stronger than it had ever been. No more waiting, no more wanting—all that was left was me and Wyatt…and I never would have imagined it was him to make me feel this way.
“You’re mine?” I asked, kissing him softly.
He nodded, whispering, “Yours” against my lips over and over until we both were trembling, completely out of breath, and still so immersed in each other.
Thirty-Four
Wyatt
Itrailedmyknuckleup and down Quinn’s bare shoulder. I wanted to wake her up, but couldn’t bring myself to do so. I knew the minute she woke, we’d banter about something. It could range from anything, really. The water being too cold in the shower, the massive amounts of boots she was about to pull out of her closet—again—or the fact that I cuddled a little too hard last night. The longer she slept, the longer I could get away with just watching her—like a creep.
Okay, she had to wake up.
I kissed her shoulder, lifting my knuckles. “Quinn, baby,” I whispered against her skin. “Time to wake up.”
She hummed, scooting closer to me. A moan escaped me as my fingers trailed to her waist, pinching her hip slightly. Bickering over boots suddenly became the last thing on my mind. Last night, we made love for the first time; we fell asleep only to wake a few hours later to savor everything all over again. I would never get enough of her. Never understood why she had finally chosen me.
“Wake up,” I said again, my fingers sliding lower.
She inhaled, exhaling a soft sigh once my fingers began trailing down her navel.
“We have a lot to do today,” I cooed. “Breakfast, Abi wants to have lunch with us, we need to start planning our next leg…but first—” I kissed her neck.
“Wyatt,” she mumbled, her eyes still closed. “I’m sleeping.”
“From what I can tell,”—I began to move my finger in a slow circle, feeling her wither against me—“you’re wide awake.”
She rolled to her back, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “You mentioned breakfast.” Her voice was breathy. I could tell she was trying to ignore my touch, but I was winning this battle.
“After.” I took over, knowing exactly how to touch her.
I never spent this much time wanting to learn about a woman’s body, and I wanted to know everything about Quinn. I never woke up multiple times with the same woman, and I couldn’t wait to wake up every morning next to her. I never found myself wanting as much as I did with her, and I wantedeverything.
I never found myself wanting to give myself fully to a woman before, and with Quinn…I wanted to give her all of me.
As soon as her body calmed, she finally opened her eyes, the desire still lingering there behind the green specks. Her lips twisted into a sleepy, sexy smile. “I was promised breakfast.”
I chuckled. “Breakfast.”
