“It wasn’t nothing,” I said softly, placing a hand on his arm. Wyatt stared at my hand in alarm, then blinked at me.
Just as he looked like he was ready to make a move, I slipped away, striding through the apartment door like nothing had happened. I could hear Wyatt’s shaky sigh behind me, and I chewed my bottom lip with some excitement.
We both came to a stop in front of my bedroom door, where I could feel Aiden awake on the other side. We stared at each other for a moment, both awkwardly looking anywhere but at each other, all my earlier bravery gone.
Wyatt fumbled with the hem of his shirt. “I feel like I’m overstaying my welcome.”
“You’re not,” I promised. “I invited you here, I’m not going to send you away. Besides, Rafe stays here whether or not I let him. He does it at the dorm too. He thinks I don’t know.”
“I’m well aware that you’re aware that I stay here,” Rafe’s voice called out, slightly muffled since he was in the kitchen.
I shook my head, fighting a smile. “You can stay, Wyatt.”
Wyatt rubbed his hands together in a nervous move while his eyes darted around. “I don’t want to pull you away from Aiden.”
“You’re not,” I said, slightly exasperated. “Aiden won’t care, Wyatt. You’re the one who gets jealous.”
Wyatt swallowed hard. I watched his throat bob, and was struck with a sudden realization.
He didn’t think he belonged here.
Even as he was invited, and Zephyr hadn’t threatened his life today, he didn’t think he belonged. He’d gotten along with Aiden just fine back at the dorm, but now he was using him as an excuse to keep himself away from me.
Wyatt was stuck in his head, and I had no way to pull him out.
“You can go if you want,” I said quietly.
It was a little manipulative of me. I knew Wyatt didn’t want to leave. I wanted him to stay, but he was still holding back, and I wasn’t sure why.
Wyatt crushing me to his chest was not what I thought would be happening next.
I squeaked as my face pressed against his hard chest, my hands trapped between us, my fingers twisting in his t-shirt. He smelled so good, I almost moaned.
“I don’t want to. But I just…” Wyatt’s deep voice rumbled straight through my body from where he was pressed against me. “I’m sorry, Skye. I’m trying.”
“I believe you,” I whispered.
We stayed that way for several seconds. Whatever tension Wyatt had been holding slowly melted away as he breathed me in. Slowly, his hands shifted from my back, a little further down to my hips. He re-tightened his hold on me, and shifted so that he leaned over me more, resting his cheek against mine.
My skin ignited.
Wyatt and I hadn’t been this close since we jumped on each other in his office.
It felt…right.Soright. How could he have been fighting this insane attraction?
“Skye,” he whispered against my ear, his breathing suddenly ragged.
I pulled back just enough to snake my arms around his neck. His lips were parted, his face following mine as I moved. “I know.”
One of Wyatt’s hands snaked back up to rest on the back of my neck, and then he angled my head toward him and kissed me. I gasped, partly in shock, but then I completely melted against him.
Wyatt’s arms completely engulfed me. I was trapped against him, but I didn’t want to leave. I was hyper-aware of every point of contact between our bodies, including where his hips pressed against my stomach.
And he was hard.
I’d never actually felt his size before, even though we’d ended up tangled together like this several times. But now, it pushed against me, hard and warm and not easy to ignore.
I’d tried to imagine how Wyatt would be as a lover so many times. After that first time meeting him in the café, before he’d stood me up, I’d daydreamed he’d be gentle, praising me while moving full of passion.
