Page 11 of One & Only You


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ADDISON

Being with Wyatt was everything I imagined it would be. After the exhaustion of pretending to be my sister around hundreds of people, it was a relief to only pretend for one person. A person, who from what I could tell, didn’t really know much about my sister since he seemed happy to accept I was her even though I was constantly screwing up.

My shyness kept peeking through no matter how hard I tried to rein it in. And even though I was trying to exude my sister’s confidence, I couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest girl in the world to be spending time with the man I had spent a good bit of my life in love with.

That was until he tossed me over his shoulder and started back toward our bungalow. It was our wedding night, and I knew what he expected. Not that I didn’t want Wyatt. I did. But still, I was nervous since it would be my first time. Thankfully, my sister told me she had never slept with Wyatt. Otherwise, I wasn’t sure I would have been able to go through with it.

Once we reached the door, he set me on my feet and grinned down at me. Pulling out the key, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. I moved to step through the door, but before I could, he bent and picked me up. I stiffened in his large arms, not used to being manhandled. Guys didn’t pay much attention to me, much less pick me up and toss me around as if I weighed nothing.

“If we’re going to do this married thing, we might as well do it right, right?”

I nodded, feeling a giggle rise up my throat.

I had never seen him so playful. It was another side of Wyatt for me to fall in love with.

He carried me over the threshold and then set me down once again to turn and shut the door. Once the door was shut, the room seemed to close in around us. Silence engulfed the bungalow, leaving only the sounds of the lapping water against the beams beneath us.

He stared down at me, his brown eyes darkening, and then he reached out and ran his finger down the side of my neck. Electricity prickled my skin where he touched.

“This is different for me, too,” he said.

Confused, I asked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m not a soft man, but for some reason, I want to be with you.”

I swallowed, my heart melting at his words.

Again, his finger skimmed my neck.

“Allison.” He whispered my sister’s name, sending a wave of chills down my body. One, because it was my sister’s name. And two, because his breath skimmed my skin and made me shiver.

“Yeah?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he shocked me when he leaned down and kissed me. His lips were hot and demanding. His fingers clenched in the skirt of my dress, pulling me close to him until he reached around, grabbed two handfuls of my backside, and lifted me. As though I had done this before, I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped into his mouth when he pressed against my center.

He spun us until I felt my back against the wall. Again, he pressed up and into me, his hard length brushing against the most sensitive parts of me. My cotton panties felt rough against my clit, making me shiver each time he moved against me.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he gritted out before pulling away and letting me slide down the length of his body until my feet touched the floor.

He backed away, running his long fingers through his dark hair as his eyes devoured me. His broad shoulders blocked the light behind him, engulfing me in his shadow. My eyes moved over his large arms, noting his tattoos.

Wyatt was older and more experienced than the men my age. Not that I had ever been with anyone else, but I loved the knowledge in his eyes when he looked at me. I could see it in his dark eyes. He knew exactly what he wanted to do to me.

He stared at me like a wild beast, leaving me feeling trapped.

Hunted.

Wanted.

I had never seen Wyatt like this, and I had never been in this position before. I had no idea what to do next. My nerves were drilling through me too fast, making me feel as though I was spinning.

“I just want to look at you,” he said, his eyes moving down my dress until he reached my legs.

Did he want to see me naked?

I had never been naked in front of another person except for Allison, but I knew if I backed out now, he would know I wasn’t her, and everything would fall apart. Reaching down, I grabbed the bottom of my dress and began to pull it up, but before I reached my thighs, his hands settled over mine, stopping me.

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