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He brought their joined hands up to his lips and kissed the back of hers. “You’re worth it.”
Beth blinked rapidly. She couldn’t remember the last time any man had made her feel so special. “Stop, you’ll make me blush.”
“I won’t hold it against you. Would you like a glass of champagne or a soda?”
“I’d love a glass of champagne.”
He pulled her chair out for her and pushed it in again when she sat down, then opened the bottle and poured them both a glass. Freya hopped onto the large cushion and curled up, making herself comfortable.
It was a beautiful evening. The bubbles tickled her palate, making her giggle, and the sun was still in the sky. Once they’d enjoyed some champagne and conversation, Wyatt excused himself to get their meal. He returned with a basket hanging off his arm, and when he began to unpack it Beth’s stomach rumbled.
“Oh, this smells so good, Wyatt!”
“It tastes even better.” She returned his grin and helped him remove the basket’s contents onto the table. He’d even tucked a trivet into the basket to place the large, covered pot of pasta on. She lifted the lid and closed her eyes, breathing in deeply.
Wyatt had made a creamy tomato pasta with meatballs and vegetables. He’d also included some homemade bread, parmesan cheese, and butter. Once they’d helped themselves to a portion of everything, she waited while he put down a bowl of food for Freya he’d brought in a separate container and they dug in.
Their conversation picked up in between bites, but the food was so delicious—the pasta was cooked to perfection, the tangy sauce laden with just the right amount of herbs, and the bread delightfully crusty—that they both ate until they were full.
“You’re a fantastic cook, Wyatt. I enjoyed every mouthful of that.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” He paused for a few moments, seeming to hesitate, then slid one hand across the table. She met it halfway and wrapped her fingers around his. “I made dessert, but it’s in the fridge so I left it there. We can go back to my place later if you like.”
She smiled shyly. “I like.”
When the sun began to set, Beth rose and went over to the side of the gazebo that faced the lake. Wyatt stepped up behind her, and she waited. It didn’t take long before his arms wrapped around her, and she leaned back against him. Turning her head to the side, she met his lips in a soft, sweet kiss.
They looked at the scene in front of them together, watching as the sky changed colors and the sun finally disappeared from view. As it grew dark, Wyatt flicked a switch and the fairy lights he’d strung up around the gazebo lit up the night like fireflies.
This was the best first date she’d ever been on, and she told him that. His response was to spin her around and kiss the hell out of her. Her arms snaked around his neck as his hands slid down her body to cup her ass, which he squeezed lightly.
He was hard. She could feel it against her body. Her mouth watered at the idea of getting down on her knees and filling her mouth with his cock. There was something wild and wanton about the thought. She’d never felt that way with Miles. Sex had always been on his command, whether she wanted it or not.
But desire for Wyatt coursed through her body as his mouth trailed down her face and jaw to her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her warm skin. She moaned, and he pulled her even closer.
“Fuck, I want you.”
She waited for her brain to warn her away from him, but nothing happened. All she felt was desire and lust coursing through her system. She wanted to get naked with him.
They continued to kiss until her brain melted and she was rendered incapable of speech. By the time Wyatt released her, the sky was dark and real fireflies were buzzing around their heads. She didn’t want the night to end, but she helped him clear the table and repack the dishes and containers into the picnic basket, before folding the tablecloth and tucking it under her arm.
The walk back to their cabins was a slow one, their hands swinging in between them. Once they reached Wyatt’s cabin, they ate dessert. She then helped him load the dishwasher and clean up, and patted Freya good night. He dropped her off at the front door of the guest cabin, and she was grateful he hadn’t pushed for anything more than she was willing to give him, even though she desperately wanted to be in his bed.
But perhaps she needed to give herself some time and space to think about it before she took that next step with Wyatt, regardless of how attracted to him she was. This had only been their first date, after all, and she was sure there’d be another. And hopefully, another after that.
So with one final hot kiss, she bid him goodnight and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. As was now her ritual, she peered through the windows and waited until he turned back to wink at her before going inside, then stepped away, putting the curtain back in place.
There was one thing she knew for certain. Sleeping alone would be hard tonight.
ChapterTwelve
Five minutes later, Beth was still standing near the door of her cabin, her breathing shallow and her heart racing. The kiss Wyatt had left her with had heated her blood and set her soul on fire, and she didn’t want it to end.
She wanted to keep going. Take off her clothes and have steamy, hot sex with him. The kind of sex she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. She wanted to see his entire body naked properly. Explore his muscles and ridges with her tongue. She wanted to lick her way down the trail of dark hair that led to his cock, which she already knew would satisfy her immensely.
She wanted to touch him everywhere. Be touched everywhere by him. She wanted to know what it felt like to have his lips, tongue, fingers, and cock on her. Inside her.
Beth knew Wyatt was letting her take the lead. Although she’d yet to give him the full story of why she was running away from the past, he’d been clever enough to piece most of it together, and because he was the best kind of man, he was allowing her to tell him what she wanted. How far she wanted to go.
