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Of course, you idiot.
“Hey.” He gripped her chin once more. “We can take this slow. We don’t have—”
She didn’t give him the chance to finish his sentence. Regan reached for Wyatt. She put her hands on him, pulled him close, and kissed him with all the passion, with all the want and need that was in her. Tongues tangled. Hands roamed. Bodies melted together.
It was hot. It was real. It was skin on skin.
And she was doing this.
The part of her that had been asleep for years, or maybe forever, that un-Regan-like part, it roared to life. With a soft growl, she pushed at him until he was flat on his back.
“So this is how you want to play it,” he said, a half grin on his face. His cock stood up, big and strong and ready for her. His chest rose and fell rapidly, and the fever that lit his eyes struck an answering chord in her.
She couldn’t wait for the intimacy. That could come later. Right now, the need in her clawed at her insides. It messed with her brain until all she knew, all she wanted was Wyatt at the most primitive level.
“This is how it’s going to be.” She didn’t hesitate. Regan straddled him, welcoming the hands that clutched at her breasts. His fingers sought out pebbled nipples and tweaked them—none too gently, but she was okay with that.
She was so wet and ready, and she sank down on Wyatt, taking all of him deep inside. She immediately began to ride him, up and down, thrusting forward, giving her clitoris that friction she needed.
“Dammit, Regan. Let’s go slower.” His hands were on her hips, and he tried to do just that. But Regan was having none of it. It had been too long since she’d been with a man. And she’d never had this kind of connection before. She wanted all of him, and she wanted him now.
“No.” Through half-lidded eyes, she gazed down at him. “Touch me, Wyatt.”
She leaned back on her hands, thrusting her breasts upward, once more giving him access to the part of her that needed him most. His greedy fingers found her right away, and as she increased the tempo, his fingers slid across her slick center, tugging, rubbing, and driving her to the edge.
It was too much. He filled her completely—stretched in such a way that shards of pleasure spiked out with each thrust. They pulled at her, begging for release, and she knew she couldn’t hold on much longer.
“I’m so ready,” she said hoarsely, her voice breaking. “Wyatt.”
With one hand on her hip, the other where they were joined, he kept pace. “I’m right there with you, babe.”
Regan’s body buckled forward, her control so thin that for a second, she saw nothing but haze. Her vision cleared just as that delicious pressure bloomed and spread like wildfire. Wyatt’s eyes were closed, his gorgeous lips pulled back, ferocious and so damn primal. His muscles bulged, his pulse raced at his neck.
She did this to him. Her.
Regan came so hard that the aftershocks trickled through her body in pulses that kick-started another orgasm. One after the other. She collapsed on top of Wyatt, and the two of them stayed like that until she slid from him, limp and sated and all used up.
“That was…” She couldn’t articulate the thoughts in her head.
“I know.” Wyatt pulled her close. He slid his arms around her and pulled the covers up until they were warm and comfortable.
Bella barked, and they both looked over the side of the bed, where they spied the small dog watching them, tail wagging, tongue lolling to one side.
“Your dog is a pervert.” Wyatt pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“Apparently,” she managed. God, she was out of breath.
“She’s going to have to wait a bit for round two. I need to recharge the batteries.”
“It’s Sunday, right?”
He nodded.
“No problem. We have all day.”
Chapter 15
Monday night rolled around much too quickly. Wyatt spent the day hanging new cupboards in the kitchen. The job was labor intensive, but he enjoyed the hell out of it. He’d forgotten how much he liked to work with his hands. Some would be surprised to know that before racing had taken over his life, carpentry had been an interest he’d seriously considered.
