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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Wyatt propped his head on his hand, staring down at a vision he didn’t think he’d ever get the pleasure of seeing. He glanced at the clock. Six A.M.
She was still here. Kelsey had made it the whole night without sneaking off to the couch. Warmth moved up through his chest, lifting a smile on his lips. He brushed a lock of her hair off her cheek, fanning it across the pillow with the rest of her blonde mane. She was beautiful always, but never had he been so taken with anyone as when she had stood on that stage last night, her chin tipped upward as she’d chosen her charity. She’d silenced a whole room of backbiters, making them look like assholes in the classiest way possible.Author: Roni Loren
Afterward, others had come up to them, apologized for assuming things, had asked Kelsey questions. She’d answered some, politely deflected others. Some partygoers had still ignored them, but that was fine by Wyatt. It showed him exactly the kind of people they were. What mattered to him most was that Kelsey had held her head high and hadn’t shown any fear or shame. His girl had balls. He’d never been more proud to be by someone’s side in his life.
And in that moment, he’d finally accepted one simple fact he’d been fighting since the first time he touched her. He’d fallen for her. Hard and fast and without doubt.
It scared the ever-loving shit out of him.
It was exactly what he told her wouldn’t happen.
She was still young.
Still sweet.
It was even messier than he imagined.
But that didn’t make it any less true.
Now he was stuck with having no idea what to do with all this . . . love.
Kelsey moaned in her sleep, a low, sexy sound that had his body rousing to attention. He moved his hand away from her hair.
“Wyatt,” she murmured, a begging note in her tone, but her eyes still closed with slumber. “Yes. Please. I need you . . .”
She shifted beneath the thin sheet, and Wyatt watched in rapt awe as her hand slid down her belly, over her navel, down down down . . .
Oh, blessed blessed Lord. He must’ve done something really good in a former life.
* * *
Kelsey blinked in the gauzy pink light, her brain still hovering in that space between sleep and consciousness. Warmth enveloped her body, and she snuggled deeper into it, hoping to fall back into the erotic dream she’d been having. She’d been on a ship, held captive by a dark-haired pirate with a surprising Southern accent. He’d tied her to the plank instead of making her walk it and had gone about torturing her with his talented tongue and long fingers, making her come over and over again while the waves crashed against the side of the ship beneath her.
But before she could slip back into dreamland, a hand drifted along her stomach and nudged between her legs. She gasped softly as the fingers moved along her arousal-slicked skin. God, how was she so wet?
“Mmm, now that’s the best early morning wake-up call I could imagine,” Wyatt murmured, his voice clogged with sleep and sexy as shit. “Erotic moans and you already warm and wet. Must’ve been some dream.”
Her eyes fluttered open to find the wispy curtains of their cabana blowing gently along the open windows. The barest amount of pre-dawn light filtered in, reminding her where she was. Not her apartment. Not alone. But on an island with her real-life pirate spooning and stroking her. And she hadn’t woken up all night. She hadn’t snuck out of bed. Her heartbeat ticked up a notch. “A great dream.”
“Tell me about it.”
She smiled, even though he couldn’t see her. “It was just my normal hot dreams about the starting lineup of the Cowboys.”
“Damn. Guess I’m going to have to work extra hard to get your mind off a whole team then,” he said, sliding his fingers along her already throbbing clit, coaxing a moan from her.
She arched into his touch, nestling her ass against him, his hard length already like steel between them. “They’ve got nothing on you, sir.”
He groaned and grabbed the underside of her knee, drawing her top leg into her chest and opening her to him. “You calling me that does it to me every fucking time, love. And all those sounds you were just making in your sleep. Fuck. I’ve been hard as stone for twenty minutes, but I couldn’t stop listening to you, watching you.” He cupped her breast, giving her nipple a soft tug. “Do you know you touch yourself in your sleep?”
She let out a soft puff of breath as the tug became more of a delicious pinch. “No.”
“Or that you called my name? Begging me to make you come?” He ran his tongue over the shell of her ear. “You sounded so desperate, love, like you hadn’t been touched in eons.”
Her cheeks turned pink at that. Even after all the time together, she hadn’t gotten enough of him. She’d searched him out in her sleep as well. “I’ve never been good with moderation, sir. When I like something, I want it all the time.”
“Mmm,” he murmured, giving her shoulder a soft bite. “This is an addiction I’ll gladly endorse. Especially when I share the same one.”
