“Finally,”I rasped.
Hiseyes flashed with lightning. “You’ve wanted me too?”
Inodded while my belly pooled with heat. There was something so indescribablysexy about Wyatt hovering over me. His skin was so perfectly decorated incolored ink, his cut biceps on full display as he supported his weight.
Everythingabout him interested me. He was breathtaking and overwhelming and mine.
Mybody jerked at the word in my head. Mine. He was mine. And I was his. Evenbefore we stripped naked and learned every inch of each other’s bodies, he hadalready emotionally committed to me. There was no denying the taut cord ofconnection between us.
AndI knew I had already committed to him too. Even if we weren’t about to have sexright now, I had rammed head first into the chemistry that had been simmeringbetween us for years. And now I could give myself over to Wyatt in the best waypossible.
“I’vebeen waiting longer,” he assured me, finding something to argue about even inthis.
Ismiled at him. “I know.”
Hislaugh was a rush of surprised breath. He arched one of his strong eyebrows.“You’re letting me win?”
Trailingmy fingers over his chest, running them up his neck and hooking them behind hishead, I savored the spikey shaved part of his head. “Only because I wantsomething more than winning right now.”
“Sayit then.”
“You,Wyatt,” I whispered, bowing my back to draw his eyes to my breasts. “I wantyou.”
Hisheated glance at my chest was carnal and greedy. Our mouths met together in thespace between us, hungry and desperate and adoring all at once. We didn’t drawanything out though. We knew what we wanted and there was no stopping us thistime.
Hishand slid down my waist, over the top of my thighs to palm me. He applied themost delicious pressure until I was gasping against his mouth and trying towiggle out of my stupidly voluminous dress.
Helaughed at my efforts, hooking his thumbs into the sides and divesting me ofthe obnoxious thing. My underwear went with them because… that was how he didthings. Finally, I was laid bare before him, completely stripped of my clothesand my doubts and the defenses I’d carried around for way too long.
Hisgaze moved over me slowly, drinking in every inch of my body. I wanted to covermyself. I wanted to turn off the daylight that poured through his too-bigwindow. I wanted to start over in three months after I’d made that Pure Barreclass a priority.
Iknew he was attracted to me. I knew he wanted sex. But this was too much. God,what had I been thinking.
Staringup at the ceiling to spare myself embarrassment, I cursed my insecurities. Whydid being a girl have to be so hard? Why was I so confident in the kitchen andfragile everywhere else in life?
Atleast all my grooming was up to date. That would have made enjoying thisintimacy we were sharing an utter catastrophe. I preferred to be practicallyhairless, except for my arms, from the neck down. I knew all the importantplaces were in tip-top shape. But I was also firmly in the “curvy” categorywhen it came to body shape. Fear whispered that my thighs would be too bumpy,and my stomach wouldn’t turn him on either. I was terrified gravity had somehowruined my boobs—apparently one of his favorite places on my body when supportedwith the right push-up equipment. And what about my armpits? I had always beenparticularly self-conscious about my armpits…
“Howare you more beautiful than I imagined?” Wyatt demanded. “Fucking gorgeous,” hemurmured. He splayed his hands over my thighs and spread them apart, causing afierce blush to rush to my cheeks. But I couldn’t help but search out his gaze.I had to know how serious he was.
“You’veimagined this?” I tried to tease him, but the intensity waiting for me set myentire body on fire with need.
“Kaya,yes. More times than is probably normal. It’s been a real problem for me. Ican’t even cook in the same room as you most of the time because all I can dois picture you naked… under me… exactly like this.” His lips twitched in anembarrassed smile. “But I don’t think this is going to cure me. You’ll be theend of me, woman.”
Ishook my head. “No. I refuse to be the end.” Feeling my insecurities drain anddisappear, I leaned forward with renewed confidence and the lovely feeling ofbeing wanted by someone who truly knew me. Someone who cared deeply about me.“I want to be the beginning.”
Henodded rapidly and then kissed me senseless. His hand disappeared between mylegs again, only this time there was nothing to impede his progress.
Oneof his fingers dipped inside me, sending a shockwave of blissful sensationzinging through me. I clutched his shoulders, loving how strong and hard andimmovable his fingers and hands were. They grounded me as a second fingerjoined the first, filling me, stretching me.
“Wyatt,”I panted.
Hesmiled against my mouth but kept kissing me. His fingers moved in and out,teasing, seducing, drawing me closer and closer to the edge of my sanity. WhenI couldn’t keep up with his incessant kisses, he moved to my jaw and the columnof my throat. He paid special attention to the hollow of my throat, tasting,sucking, driving me mad with all the different places he was touching me.
Shiftingto his side, his free hand wrapped around my waist and tilted my hips. Hisfingers reached deeper, finding new places to bring to life. His mouth closedaround my nipple at the same time his thumb found my most sensitive place. Myback lifted off the bed in a jolt of intense pleasure.
Hecontinued to thrust his fingers inside me until I could do nothing else butchase the fireworks his magic fingers promised to ignite soon. He continued tolick and suck at my breasts, moving from one to the next. He pressed my thighsfarther apart and did something wicked with his thumb again.
Lightexploded behind my closed eyelids, my body coiled and tight while sparksignited through every single one of my muscles, stretching to my fingers andtoes and the back of my neck.
