And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Chapter 17
Bryn
“Fuck,”hebreathesagainstmy neck.
He can say that again. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sated from an orgasm I didn’t give myself.
Wyatt groans, and repeats, “Fuck.”
The tone has my head turning, not much because his is right there, preventing my movement, but enough that my lips press into his hair. All day I’ve missed the cowboy hat he normally wears, but it has been easier to kiss him without it getting in our way.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, my stomach twisting, and not in the tantalizing way it was moments ago.
“Made a mess. Big mess.”
The heat roars to life in my cheeks. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I… that… I…”
His head snaps up, nearly taking my nose with it. I jerk sideways just in time to prevent someone from needing to set it later, and meet his round eyes filled with horror.
“No! No, baby, not you.” Wyatt shakes his head vehemently. “Me. I… uh, might have… embarrassed the hell out of myself just now. Again. Fuck.”
A crease forms between my brows as I angle my shoulders toward him. “What? Why? That was hot. Incredible, honestly. I didn’t think I could do that twice in a row like that, but—”
“Twice?” If possible, his eyes bulgefurther.
Self-consciousness creeps in, embarrassment burning a hole through my chest. “When you bit me, you just kept going and I… I couldn’t help it, and I—”
Lips crash into mine, abruptly ending my words, and I gasp into his fierce kiss. It feels like a claiming, even more than him getting me off on a public beach, and I’m helpless to it. His hands are still between my legs, but I reach up and grab his face, the embarrassment dissolving away as I dissolve into him. His lips roam over mine, taking what he wants while giving what I need, the force of the kiss breathing life between us while the fireworks reach a crescendo above.
They don’t compare to the million sparks going off inside me. My stomach, my brain, my heart. They’re full of colorful brilliance as Wyatt kisses me until I’m breathless.
Until there’s complete silence from above and only the sound of waves crashing into the shore remain.
That’s when he slowly breaks the kiss, dropping a few more against my lips before his forehead presses to mine, giving us both a moment to pant.
“Three dates,” he mutters, and I’m not sure if it’s for my benefit or if he’s reminding himself, but it makes me chuckle.
“Three dates,” I repeat because I have no other compelling argument to keep up with this three-date rule besides his gentlemanly behavior. I’m ready to take him home and put his cowboy hat on.
Wyatt eases back, pulling one of his hands out from beneath the blanket. He holds his middle finger to my lips and I slide my tongue over the tip, tasting myself while holding his gaze. His eyelids flutter, and I know he’s thinking about my lips wrapped around his cock, something I’d be more than happy to do, as I suck his finger into my mouth.
“Three dates.” This time I know he’s stressing it to himself.
The heat of his other hand is lost from between my legs then, and as he pulls his finger from my lips, he sticks his middle and ring finger from his other hand into my mouth. His eyes, still hooded, drop another fraction of an inch, and it has my stomach swooping at the pleasure he’s deriving from sucking my orgasm from his fingers.
“Two,” he mumbles when he’s finished, like he’s awestruck by the thought. “I want every fucking mess you want to give me, beautiful.”
That reminds the embarrassment I was feeling to roar back to life, and I’m grateful for the half-moon in the sky that probably hides some of the color in my cheeks. “What did you mean about the big mess?”
Wyatt’s mouth pulls down. It’s not a frown, though. His eyes are lit up with amusement. It’s more like an upside-down smile, and it makes me want to laugh. He looks so sheepish.
“Remember what happened earlier?” he asks, scratching at a spot on the top of his head.
I know what he’s referring to, but cheekily I respond, “I gave you a massage?”
He opens his mouth, probably to correct me, but then must see the teasing glint in my eye. It makes the upside-down smile even out a little. “And then what happened?”
