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“What, babe? Tell me what you want,” he ordered, his voice a low growl.
I swallowed hard, my lips parted, and I breathed, “I need you. I want to feel you, Wyatt. All of you.”
His forehead still pressed against mine, Wyatt’s arm tightened around my waist. “I’ll give you whatever you want, Rhea. Anything you want.”
My eyes closed, and relief swept through me. This was going to happen, and I couldn’t wait another minute longer.
I brushed my lips against his, the whisper soft touch sending shivers down my spine.
Wyatt released my hair, dropped his hand down to cup my ass, and squeezed. A moan tore up my throat again, the undeniable ache building between my legs.
Like I weighed no more than a feather, Wyatt hoisted me off the floor, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.
Then, we were moving, and the next thing I knew, I was being lowered to my back on the couch with Wyatt’s strong, solid body hovering over me.
For a while, I relished the feel not only of his lips on mine but the weight of his body on top of me. I hadn’t realized how much I needed it, how much I’d wanted it, until Wyatt had given it to me.
In our new position and with the tension building between us, it was no surprise Wyatt and I both allowed our hands to roam. Mine had drifted out of his hair and over his broad shoulders. Wyatt’s hands slid up my sides. One of his hands had cupped my breasts, squeezing gently while he continued to kiss me.
Caught up, excited, and consumed by all the emotions moving through me, I tore my mouth from his and pressed the back of my skull deeper into the cushion. If it bothered Wyatt, he didn’t let on.
Instead, he used the angle of my head to his advantage and began kissing me along the side of my throat.
Since I hadn’t had enough of him, my hands continued to explore as far as they could reach. But with so much clothing in the way, I quickly grew frustrated. Weeks of feeling an attraction, feeling myself being pulled in two separate directions when it came to Wyatt, I couldn’t contain my desire for him any longer.
I began clawing at his shirt, attempting to feel and see more of him. Wyatt didn’t make me struggle. He pulled back and helped by reaching behind his head and yanking the shirt over it.
He was perfect.
Every inch of him was utter perfection.
His body was strong and lean. He didn’t have a lot of bulk, but it was obvious the running he did kept him in shape. As I stared at his body, I wondered if he did more than just run. There was definition in his physique that I didn’t think could be had simply by running, especially not when he indulged himself occasionally in things like ice cream or cake.
Wyatt seemed to understand I needed the time to take him in, but he soon brought an end to my ogling. Apparently, he wanted to do some of his own, because the next thing I knew, my top was gone.
Then his pants.
Then my pants.
And for a brief moment, as we were both in nothing but our undergarments, we paused. We slowed ourselves down. We took the time to appreciate each other and this moment, something we would never have the chance to experience again for the first time.
“It feels like I’ve won the lottery,” Wyatt declared. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
“That’s funny, because I was just thinking how unfair it is for you to look as good as you do,” I returned.
Wyatt moved in close, his lips brushing up against mine. “Do you know how badly I’ve wanted this with you?”
The heat and weight of his body on top of mine was doing little to help me remain composed. I felt greedy with need. “It can’t be that bad if you have me nearly naked and haven’t done anything about it yet.”
He smiled against my lips. “Is that a challenge, Miss Marks?”
I kissed him. “It was more of a demand.”
“Then I better get to work,” he noted.
Wyatt didn’t slack.
He got to work, and he did it in the most thrilling way. He used his hands, his mouth, and his body to build me up again. To build the both of us up. And in the midst of it, he expertly removed my bra and panties, as well as his own boxer briefs.
