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21
ADDISON
I woke around one in the morning. My body was tight with need, and my heart was pounding out of my chest. I sat up, wiping at the sweat on my forehead. It hadn’t been a nightmare about Wyatt. Instead, I had dreamed he was touching me—loving me—pushing me over the edge.
I couldn’t deny myself any longer. I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones or what, but I wanted Wyatt. My body was primed and ready, the sensitivity between my legs making me feel as if my flesh was aching.
I swore I wouldn’t do it again, but I found myself in my car headed to Wyatt’s house. I kept the window down and let the brisk night air cool my skin. The roads were empty, the streetlights leaving orange circles glowing on the asphalt of the street ahead of me.
When I got to his place, the lights in his house were off. With the exception of the front porch light and the sidewalk lights, the area was pitch black. I had no idea if he had set any alarms for the house, but at that moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was him. If he caught me sneaking in, then so be it.
Allison was still gone, but I happened to know she was coming home in a week, which meant it was going to be my last shot at a night with Wyatt. One last time. One last moment with him. And then I promised myself never again.
When I approached the side door, I was relieved when I turned the knob, and it opened. I moved through the house and toward his bedroom where I knew he would be sleeping. The house was dark, but I remembered my way around the place with no problem. When I reached his bedroom door, I pushed it open and found him lying in his bed on his stomach, his arms stuffed under his pillow.
I went to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge as I slid a single finger down his spine. He moved his head to the side, a tiny noise escaping him that seemed to reach between my thighs and massage my clit. I moved two fingers up his spine and leaned over, kissing his back softly.
He moaned, still not waking from his deep sleep.
I kissed him again, letting my tongue slide over his smooth skin, and this time, he rolled to his side a bit, letting me kiss his side and then his chest when he moved onto his back completely. His fingers went into my hair, pulling my face closer to his skin.
“Angel,” he whispered, and chills rushed over my skin.
He had said my name without knowing it. He didn’t call me Allison, and that sent a wave of happiness through me.
I kissed my way up his chest, straddling him as I did. His fingers dug into my hips, pulling me onto his hard cock, and I hissed at the feel of him pressing against my sensitive center.
I kissed his neck, and then his chin before I caught his lips with mine. He kissed me back, his tongue dipping in and tasting me. As we kissed, his hands crept into the back of my pajama bottoms, grasping my ass and squeezing. His hands felt hot against my skin, and I shivered.
Leaning back, I broke our kiss and sat up on him. His eyes opened, dark and wide as he watched me pull my top over my head and toss it onto the floor. When I bent over him again, my sensitive breasts brushed against his chest, and I moaned at the feel of skin on skin.
Finally.
“I need you, Wyatt,” I said against his neck before sucking and nibbling.
When I pulled back and looked down, he was staring up at me. He touched my cheek before running his thumb across my bottom lip. Still, there was no expression on his face. He was there with me, yet, he wasn’t.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, capturing his face in my palms.
“I want to love this moment, but I know it’s going to hurt when I wake up in the morning, and you’re gone again.”
My heart broke, my chest feeling heavy with sadness and misery.
He was right.
What I was doing was wrong.
It wasn’t fair to him or me.
I pulled back completely, preparing to climb off him, get dressed, and leave, but before I could get off the bed, he pulled me back on top of him.
“I don’t care how bad it hurts tomorrow. Stay with me tonight.”
He rolled me onto my back, moving over me and taking control. His hands were everywhere, touching and rubbing. His lips took mine, only breaking for breaths and a few pleasured sounds.
By the time he entered me, I was begging and pleading for him. My nails scored his skin, my heels dug into his thighs, and my teeth tugged at the skin on his shoulder as he became the wild man I knew he was. He was rough, physically pushing me past the edge of reason, yet he was gentle, loving me the only way Wyatt James could.
Once we collapsed on the bed, both gasping for breath, sweaty and completely satiated, he pulled me into his arms and spooned me from behind. Warm in his arms, I decided to relax for a bit. But as the night moved on, my eyes kept drifting closed until finally, I slept well for the first time since I moved out of Wyatt’s house.
