“Don’tstop,” I begged, sounding more desperate than I had intended to. “Please, don’tstop.”
Halfhis mouth lifted in that smile I was officially addicted to. “Tell me if youwant me to. At any time. Tell me, okay?”
Inodded.
“When’sthe last time you were tested?”
Hisquestion shook me awake from the lustful coma I’d slipped into. Tested. Testedfor what? Oh, god, that.
“Thelast time I was with someone,” I told him honestly. “It’s been a really longtime.” A really, really long time.
Hisquestion effectively doused cold water on my hormones and I was able to cock aneyebrow, demanding an answer to the same question from him. “You?”
“Same,”he answered on a mumble. His hands grabbed the back of my thighs and hitchedthem around his waist. I let out a yelp and clutched his shoulders as hesettled me on the counter. “I’m clean.”
“Metoo,” I whispered as his body moved into my core, making my eyelids flutterclosed.
Hishand wrapped around the back of my neck and then his fingertips dipped into myhair, pulling my head back to look at him. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, Kaya.A very long time. But if you need me to stop. If you’re not ready… tell me. Ican wait.”
Therewas this defiant witch inside of me that had to know more. I wanted this too.And maybe, if I was honest with myself, I could admit that I’d wanted it forway longer. But I couldn’t let him get away with… getting his way. I was tooused to fighting him to give him what he wanted without at least a smallargument. “But how long will you wait?”
Hedidn’t seem amused by my question. He leaned forward, forcing me to tip back onmy elbows. His chest brushed mine. His tattoos winked at me, inviting me totouch them, taste them… suck on them until I’d left my mark. “A lot longer thanyou’ll make me.”
Mymouth dropped open. “What does that mean?”
Hegrinned. No half smile or wicked smirk. This was a full on, blinding,both-sides-of-his mouth smile. “It means, we can play this game till the end oftime and two things will remain true. One, you want me. You’ve wanted me for along time. You want this to happen. And I’m very willing to oblige you. Andtwo? I want you. I’ve wanted you for a very long time. I’ve wanted you for solong, you’re the only thing I can remember wanting. I want you and I’m willingto wait as long as it takes to have you. You get me? We can do this cat andmouse thing for however long you need to do it, but I know both of us are readyto play a different kind of game.”
Hishead dropped so he could kiss and suck his way over my collarbone. I closed myeyes and tried to catch the spinning thoughts in my head, to make sense ofthem.
“Kaya,”Wyatt taunted, his voice low and growly. “Yes or no?”
“Yes,”I whispered without thinking. No more fighting. He was right. We both wantedthis.
Weboth couldn’t stand not having it for another second.
Hismouth found mine again, followed by a desperate collision of our bodies, bothof us needing to taste each other more than we needed air. He wasn’t gentlethis time and I wasn’t either.
Weconsumed each other, grabbing, clawing, demanding more and more and more. Hetore my tank off, exposing me in a way I hadn’t been for so long. I had asecond’s hesitation, of fear and insecurity, while he pulled back to stare atmy nearly naked torso.
“Goddamn,”he whispered reverently, erasing whatever self-esteem issue I was wrestlingwith. “I knew they would be beautiful, but fuck, Kaya. They’re magnificent.”
Ilet out a giddy laugh at his assessment of my breasts. “You’re ridiculous.”
Hismouth descended on my left nipple as if he couldn’t stand waiting for anothersecond. “You’re delicious,” he countered, his tongue flicking over the rightspot.
Hepulled my bra cup down, so he could taste my bare flesh. We moaned together. Myfingers fumbled to unclasp the damn thing as quickly as possible. As soon as itwent slack in his hands, he tore the thing from my body, covering my breastswith his gigantic hands almost immediately.
Ilooked down at his tan skin against the milky white of mine, tattoos snakingover his hands, wrapping around his fingers and I nearly orgasmed on the spot.Wyatt’s body was a work of art. From the gauges in his ears to the colored inkcovering all his exposed skin, he wore his self-expression as skin, daringanyone that could see him to know him.
Butdid anybody know him?
Jothought he was fragile. Dillon and Vera thought he was invincible. Killiantreated him like a little brother.
Allof these titles and perceptions were wrong. All of them.
Hewasn’t fragile; he was stupidly arrogant, open, and ready to face whatever thisworld threw at him.
Hewasn’t invincible. He was vulnerable when the moment called for it. Gentle whenI needed him to be. Willing to admit his mistakes and ask for help.
