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“That you wouldn’t ask me for more than I could give?”
She nodded again.
“Because I can’t stop thinking about you. About how right your body pressed against mine is, and how badly I want to find out how good you taste everywhere.”
Trembling, she swayed closer. “I’ve been thinking about that, too. And you.”
“But the thing is, I respect you, and more than that, I like you.”
“Same.”
“I can’t offer you love, or forever. I couldn’t even say if I’d be back after tonight or not. You deserve more than that.” His grip on her shifted, and his hand slid lower. “But the idea of you going on a date with someone else…I don’t like it.”
“Then I won’t do it,” she said breathlessly. “I don’t even know the guy.”
He shook his head, trying to talk himself out of this, as well as her. “But I can’t offer you any—”
“You know, you’re probably right about the serial killer thing, and I enjoy being with you, so…” She wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on tiptoe. “It’s cool. I’ll cancel to help you out.”
“Are you sure?” He caressed her cheek tenderly, seconds from giving in and taking what she offered because there was no way he was walking away from her twice.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she said, her voice breathy. “Kiss me, Wyatt Hamilton.”
He groaned and lifted her onto the counter and stepped between her thighs, pressing against her intimately. She sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes…so he kissed her.
And, in that moment, everything was right again.
Chapter Ten
Kassidy tightened her fists on his shirt, all doubts and breath leaving her the second his mouth touched hers. Part of her was convinced this was another dream, and the other part was all too aware of how very real this was. With his hands on her, and his thighs between hers, there was no imagining how right this felt. She’d tried.
But her dreams always ended up falling short of perfection.
He ran his hands up her thighs, stopping an inch from where she ached for him most, and kissed her like the world might end if he didn’t. And for a second, she thought it had, as his tongue slipped between her lips, touching hers. The room around them started to spin. He’d knocked her off her feet last time, but this time was proving to be even more amazing than before, and they’d just started.
That hadn’t seemed possible.
Arching her back to get closer to him, she squeezed him with her thighs, needing more. Needing him. He seemed to understand what she wanted without her having to say the words. He removed her leggings with surprisingly little effort, considering the fact she was sitting on the counter. Her shirt went next, and soon enough she wore nothing more than a pair of panties, while he was still fully clothed. She shivered, lifting her arms to cover herself, oddly vulnerable until he stepped back, his heated eyes skimming her body.
Flexing his jaw, he stepped back between her thighs, resting his hands on her bare skin. “Even better than I imagined.”
Shivering for a different reason, she said, “Wyatt, I—oh my God.”
He kissed her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake as his hands slid upward toward her core. When his fingers brushed her intimately, she gasped again, clinging to him desperately. He’d barely even done anything, and yet she was already madly frantic for him to do more.
To make her his for the day.
“Wyatt,” she breathed, biting her lip as he bit her shoulder.
He moved lower, over the curve of her bare breast. “Yeah?”
“Why do you still have all your clothes on?”
With a small laugh, he whispered: “Patien
ce, my dear. Patience.”
Then he closed his mouth over her hard nipple. He sucked the bud into his mouth, swirling his tongue over her. She threaded her hands through his hair and moaned, closing her eyes slightly. “But—”
