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“I know.” I polished off the rest of my drink and inched closer to him. “I’m glad you came tonight.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm-hmm,” I said. “You gave me a lot to think about, too.”
“I did?”
Nodding, I placed a hand on his knee. “I’ve been punishing you for a really long time. I don’t want to do that anymore.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes boring into mine. “You don’t?”
“No.” I shook my head slowly. “That night…in your room. I felt alive for the first time since you left for Norway. It scared the absolute shit out of me.”
“It scared me, too.” He covered my hand with his own and leaned in closer, dropping his voice to a whisper. “But not enough to stop.”
“I wish I hadn’t made you stop.”
“You do?” he murmured as his lips brushed lightly against mine, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.
Nodding emphatically, I placed my other hand on the side of his face, feeling the stubble that was breaking through his rosy cheeks. “Every day.”
He swallowed hard, his eyes pained and conflicted. “So, what now?”
“Wyatt,” I said.
“Yeah?”
“Kiss me.”
Wyatt pressed his lips to mine, gentle at first, but I wasted no time in opening my mouth, inviting him in. His tongue traced the soft fullness of my lips before caressing mine. Running my fingers through his hair, I pulled him closer to me. Wyatt pulled away and I gasped, not ready to stop. Not even close.
Wrapping his hands around my ass, he pulled me to straddle him on the couch, squeezing my ass as I licked and kissed his neck. His hands wandered under my shirt, and within seconds, my bra was unhooked. Sharply, I drew in a deep breath as he whispered, his voice gravelly and deep, “Is this okay?”
I leaned back and yanked off my hooded sweatshirt. “Yes. Are you kidding me? Don’t stop.”
He laughed as he pulled me into his arms and reclaimed my lips, crushing me to him as he eased my bra off my body and tossed it to the floor. His mouth explored me from my lips to my neck and finally to my chest. As he massaged one of my breasts in his hand, he took the other into his mouth, possessing me with each stroke of his tongue. My breasts surged at the intimacy of his touch, and I threw my head back in absolute bliss. One of his hands moved to caress the planes of my back, and tingles ran up and down my spine. Delicious, sensuous tingles.
More, I wanted more.
Pulling him toward me, we rolled so that he covered me, my back against the soft cushions of the couch. With easier access, Wyatt moved his hand to stroke my most sensitive spot. And I matched his urgency with my own movements, compelling him to remove my nylon pants by shifting my hips and pelvis. Wyatt read my movements naturally and eased the pants off of my hips and legs, tossing them to the floor. He wrapped his fingers around my panties and hesitated.
“These, too?” he asked, his gray eyes seeing into mine. I nodded, biting down on my lower lip, feeling the ache build inside of me.
“Tell me what you want, Tilly,” he said, his voice a deep growl.
“You,” I said, barely able to say the word. “I want you, Wyatt.”
Ripping the panties from my body, Wyatt wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me to him. I gasped as he kissed my inner thighs—first one, then the other, sending currents of desire through every inch of my body. Passion pounded in my heart as he kissed my most sensitive spot. The mere touch of him sent a warming shiver through me, and goose bumps rose on my skin.
Closing my eyes tight, I disappeared into Wyatt’s touch as he licked and stroked and pushed me toward the edge. I was drawn to a height of passion I had never known before as a flood of uncontrollable bliss flooded my entire body. Shuddering beneath him, I yelled out his name. As I slowly came back to Earth, Wyatt’s fingers danced lazily against my inner thighs. He kissed my hot skin delicately as I sighed in absolute exhaustion.
The best exhaustion I’d ever felt.
“Wow,” I whispered, looking up at the ceiling. “That, um…we’ve never done that before.”
“I know,” Wyatt said with a laugh as he moved above me and kissed my stomach.
“Wow,” I said again, bewildered by how Wyatt had made me feel. Running my fingers through his hair, I laughed. “Where’d you learn to do that?”
