Page 31 of Lycans & Lattes

His eyes fell to my lips.

“The feeling’s mutual.” He leaned in and our mouths met with a swelling surge of need.

I knew he was trying to take his time with me, kissing me slowly and tenderly before teasing my tongue with his. In one smooth motion, he scooped me by the waist and saddled me onto his lap. Even through two layers of jeans, I could feel how hard he was for me.

I rolled my hips, grinding down on him and stirring the tightening in my belly. This was nuts. We could get caught at any second, and I hated how that little bit of danger made me want him even more. He gripped my ass, adding to the pressure already building between my thighs and making me groan. I was soaking the lace of my panties, and the friction on my clit was driving me wild.

Wyatt pulled back. “Open your eyes,” he whispered, his voice rough and strained, and I listened. “Keep your eyes on me, Willow. I want to see it all.”

He gave me his full attention and demanded mine.

This was a level of vulnerability I’d never experienced before, like I was truly being perceived for the first time.

We’d gotten to know each other so well over the years, it seemed impossible that we wouldn’t have chemistry in the bedroom—or pumpkin patch—but this was another level of intimacy.

I felt like I was the main event.

Was that some weird wolf superpower?

I decided it had to be because I hadn’t wanted to dry-hump anyone in a very long time.

His fingers tightened. “Eyes on me, beautiful. I want to see how good I make you feel.”

That statement instantly sent my eyes rolling back. The mix of friction and the heat in Wyatt’s gaze had me crashing into an orgasm.

“Wyatt, oh—” My words were cut off by a drawn-out moan. My body tensed, then rode the sweet relief of completion.

His lips curled into a victorious grin, and he held me close when I tried to squirm away. While being so seen by Wyatt was invigorating, I felt like I was close to falling into eternity. It was terrifying.

But then he kissed me, pulling me just a bit closer to all the things I was too afraid to admit I wanted.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he murmured against my lips.

“What was that you were saying earlier about going back to your place?”

That made his grin turn into an eager smile, but it deflated almost instantly. “Shit, I forgot I have to meet Billy at Midnight Market before the night crowd. One of his walk-ins malfunctioned, and I told him I could make him a few fresh batches of ice cream base.”

I’d always been attracted to Wyatt’s kindness and willingness to help anyone who needed him. It seemed so natural to him to volunteer, but in this moment, I didn’t want to share him with our friends.

Couldn’t we be selfish, just this once?

Every time we parted, it felt like this delicate thing we were building might shatter. Why did I have this terrible nagging in my gut that all the good things might be taken away from me?

I tried to hide my worry behind a pout of mocking disappointment. With a chuckle, he lifted his thumb to tug my bottom lip free, and I kissed him, trying to persuade him to change his mind with my roving hands and eager tongue.

He groaned, and the rumble vibrated through the palm of my hand on his chest. “Are you free tomorrow night?”

I nipped at his bottom lip before answering, “For you, I can be.”

He let out a pleased hum. “Then I promise I will make it worth the rain check.”

14

Wyatt

The following day, still woefully distracted by thoughts of Willow, I was drizzling some orange glaze onto the last batch of candy corn scones when I felt the air around the kitchen shift. I didn’t know if it was my wolf senses or a lifetime of dealing with her, but I knew it was my mother.

“What do you want, Mother?” I growled down at the cooling tray of orange liqueur and white chocolate scones.