He pushed his big, powerful thigh between my legs, and I shamelessly rubbed my needy clit against all that deliciously hard muscle. When my hot center contacted his jeans-clad thigh, he groaned into my neck and reversed course with astonishing speed. His mouth claimed mine in a fiery kiss that had my heart pumping molten lava through my veins. Only five days had passed since he’d last been inside me, but he kissed me like he’d been starving for me for half his life.
His scent enveloped me—something citrusy and fresh as though he’d come to the bar directly from a shower. I wanted that smell all over me. My hands slid over the heavy planes of his chest to link behind his neck as I rubbed my front against his. Still, the kiss went on, our tongues tangling, sucking, tasting. God, I couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
A distant throat-clearing penetrated my Wyatt-induced lust. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to interrupt,” a male voice said.
Wyatt took his time backing out of the kiss. Several seconds passed before his dazed expression cleared and he glanced over his shoulder at the intruder.
“You need something, Finn?” The only time I’d heard that sexy, scratchy timbre of his voice was after our first round of off-the-charts sex in his truck. It mollified me to know we were of the same thoughts.
His friend smirked. “Yeah. The other guys took off, and you’re my ride.”
Wyatt dropped his head back and blew a breath at the ceiling. “Fuck.” Gazing back at his friend, he said, “Fine. Give me a minute.”
When I tried to slip away, he tightened the arm wrapped around my waist.
“Yeah. Looks like you might need it.” Finn chuckled. “By the way, you need to drop your contribution to the tip at the table. I’ll be at the bar.”
With another smirk he finally ambled up the hallway.
“You know, if you’d just give me your number, you wouldn’t have to wait for me outside the men’s room.” Light green eyes stared into mine with an intensity that weakened my knees. “We could make a plan to hook up.”
“I’m not ready for that.”
He growled his frustration.
“Yet.”
A tiny smile ghosted over his gorgeously sculpted lips. “No doubt we’ll be celebrating another win here on Saturday night. I’ll find a dark spot to park my ride.”
With narrowed eyes I warned, “You’re making a big assumption.”
He leaned in close. “You’re still humping my thigh.”
Trying to hide my mortification, I dropped my forehead onto his massive chest as I forced my body to stop moving. Even through a conversation with a prurient bystander—I mean, how long had Finn been watching us before he cleared his throat?—I’d continued to rub myself along Wyatt’s body, chasing the kind of pleasure only he had ever given me.
“I’ll see you sometime after the game,” I mumbled into his T-shirt.
Leaning away enough to catch my eye, he asked, “What was that?”
I raspberried out a breath. “See you Saturday night. Probably.”
After smacking a kiss on my mouth, he said, “Definitely.”
His hand remained on the small of my back until we reached the guys’ booth where a server was busily bussing the table. I took advantage when Wyatt stopped to reach for his wallet and sped up to reach my friends—a move I regretted the second I sat down.
Saylor pretzeled herself trying to see behind her at what—or who—had stalled my return from the ladies’ room. Curiously, I caught Chessly sliding a surreptitious glance toward the bar.
“You sure were gone a long time, Piper. Was there a line?” Saylor’s teasing tone made a mockery of the question.
Chess tore her eyes from whatever had her attention to look me over far too suspiciously. “That’s not a shade of lipstick I’ve ever seen you wear.” She leaned in for a closer look. “But freshly kissed suits you.”
She and Saylor shared a giggle at my expense.
I should have anticipated Wyatt wouldn’t allow me my hasty escape. His large frame took up the space in front of our table.
“Ladies.” He saluted from the side of his backward ball cap. “You’re planning to cheer on the Wildcats on Saturday, yeah?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Saylor answered, a naughty twinkle dancing in her eyes.
