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Closes his eyes.

Tongue running over them. Through them. Around them.

I’m stunned. Seriously stunned.

Who is this guy? What is he doing with me? Or to me?

Then he stops a second away from biting my finger. His eyes meet mine, like he just woke from a fever dream.

I’m not gonna lie. It’s hot as fuck.

What he was doing a second ago.

And what he’s doing now.

Wyatt must see something in my face—my breathless shock, if I had to guess—because he grips the back of my head suddenly and brings our mouths right back together.

Our kissing intensifies fast.

I’m out of breath and losing control.

Then he has the nerve to hiss these words against my lips: “I want you to stick them inside me.”

—15—

Wyatt

Diego’s stunned eyes hover in front of my face.

“You want me … to do what now …?”

Okay.

I’ll be the first one to admit.

I don’t recognize the person lying on this rug underneath the beautifully confounding puzzle that is Diego Valdez.

Because five minutes ago, I would have died before I’d ever let the words I just said slip out of my mouth.

But here we are.

I’ve cranked my libido up to the speed of light.

And I can’t keep blaming the thunderstorm room.

I’m just done pretending I don’t want this. I’m starved for the kind of affection only someone like Diego is daring enough to give me. He’s the first person who hasn’t treated me like I’m as fragile as the flowers I tend. He’s damned near breaking me on this floor ten times worse than he did on my front porch.

Or maybe I’ve been the one holding back all this time.

Maybe I came completely undone when Diego said: “You.”

Like a key falling into the lock, I opened.

And now I’m telling Diego to stick his fingers inside me.

“Only if you want,” I blurt out.

His eyes haven’t left mine. He’s still trying to figure me out.