Andhe wasn’t little anywhere. Or in anything. He was imposing and dominating and…overwhelming.
Theydidn’t know him. I wasn’t even sure I knew him.
Notcompletely anyway. And even though the ghosts of my past whispered that now wasthe time to run, before I got too invested, before he saw too much of me, Icouldn’t.
Notnow. Maybe not ever.
Wyatthad sunk beneath my skin and made a bed in the secret places of me that I’ddesperately tried to hide from him. He hadn’t been willing to wait or sit back.He hadn’t even asked for permission. He’d… taken. And now I was afraid he’dnever give back.
Whilehe paid my breasts special attention, I became greedy to explore him. I reachedfor his belt, bringing his pelvis to my core again. He pressed against me andfor a moment my attention was derailed. My eyelids slammed shut at his sharpintake of air.
“Fuck,”he murmured.
“More,”I gasped at the same time.
My fingers fumbled, desperate to unbuckle hisbelt, to get rid of these pants that were so irritatingly in the way.
Ifelt him smile against my skin. “Hey, hey,” he murmured, his lips hot and softagainst my skin. “Let’s go a little slower, yeah? I’ve been waiting longenough, I think I deserve to enjoy this.”
Enjoythis?
Enjoyme?
Oh God.
Still,I couldn’t help myself. There had always been a push and pull between us, aconstant tug of war that neither of us could let go of. “You deserve to enjoythis? That seems a little entitled.”
Hepushed my body back on the counter, pressing down fully on top of me, pressingour most intimate parts closer together. His fingers entwined with mine,spreading my arms wide so I felt completely exposed to him.
“I’veearned it, chef.” His head dipped so he could nip at the curve of my jaw. “Iwant you slow, Kaya. I want to savor this. Make it last as long as possible.Make you last as long as possible. And I’m going to savor every single second.”
BeforeI could argue, he started trailing kisses down my throat, over my breasts, downmy bare stomach until my pants barred him from going further.
Heraised his torso enough to flick open the button fly of my linen pants. Hisfingers hooked inside the waistband of my panties and with one firm tug, heremoved both items of clothing.
Mylegs kicked out at his surprise attack, but he caught my ankles before Iflailed too wildly. With complete confidence—the same way he did everything—herested my feet on the cool counter, my knees bent, my sex exposed to him in away that made my breath hitch with nerves.
Iself-consciously covered my breasts with my arms, desperate for some modicum ofcontrol. Very suddenly I felt upended, turned inside out. Wyatt had managed totake the lead somehow and I was left struggling to catch my breath trailingafter his reckless need.
Myheart hammered against my breastbone and my skin prickled with bothanticipation and anxieties. I should be thinking about what would happen aftertonight, about how we would ever come back from this moment, how we could everwork together again… or look at each other again… or—
Hismouth touched the most intimate part of me and my train of thought fizzledbeneath a blazing sizzle of desire. He kissed me there like he kissed my mouth,like he couldn’t get enough of the feel of me, the taste of me.
Heused his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers the way I had watched him cook forall these years, with absolute certainty and graceful deftness. My back archedoff the cold counter as my hands searched for something to grasp onto.
Thesensation was too much—too sharp, too real, too… intense. “Wyatt,” I panted,not knowing if I wanted him to stop or keep going. “Oh God, Wyatt.”
Helifted his head to meet my eyes. His were dark pools of desire. His finger slidinto me, sending me closer to oblivion. “Don’t fight me on this, Kaya,” hedemanded. Another finger joined the first. “Not on this.” His mouth closedaround me once more, sending me over the edge into an abyss of light and tensedmuscles and the most delicious feeling of my life.
Mybody contracted around him, trapping his hand within me as my thighs squeezedhis head unwilling to let him go until I absolutely had to.
Helifted his gaze to meet mine, his expression was lazy satisfaction that nearlysent me over the edge once again. Slowly, reluctantly, he slid his fingers outof me and I shivered, still so sensitive.
Istared up at him, expecting him to move on to the next course. I waited for himto undo his belt or rip his pants off superman style or something. But instead,he leaned over me, his hands resting on either side of my head. He made acontented sound in the back of his throat and belatedly I realized that was allhe planned to do tonight.
Huh?
Didn’the want to…?
