On a scream, she pushed her ass up against me, and I leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You are mine, Piper. All. Mine.”
“Wyatt. Please.”
I dropped kisses along the top of her shoulder to the base of her neck. “Say it.”
A hesitation, and I pulled out an inch.
“Yours, Wyatt. I’m yours.”
I pushed back in. “Do you want my finger on your sweet little clit?”
“So much.”
“Then mean it.”
“I’m yours. Only yours.”
“That’s right. Only mine. No more hookups, Piper.” I pulled back and drove in again, deeper, and she cried out. “We are a thing now.”
“Yes.”
Hearing the best word in the English language coming from her when I was balls-deep inside her tripped the switch. In seconds, I was pumping, pumping, driving into her. When I saw her hand slide off the pillow, I pinned it down with mine, and at last, she begged, her hips meeting the rhythm I’d set. Only then did I give her what she wanted.
Slipping a hand beneath her, I pressed the pad of my finger to that hard nub, and she went off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. My body answered hers. Only a few thrusts later, I joined her, shouting her name loud enough to wake the neighbors.
I let my chest rest on her back, needing a minute to gather myself. I could have spent the rest of the night on a soft Piper pillow with my dick inside her, but when I heard her sipping air, I rolled off and padded into the en suite to dispose of the condom. When I returned to bed, she was lying flat on her stomach with her face buried in the pillow. Stretching out beside her, I feathered my fingers down her spine and smiled.
“Are you alive?”
With effort, she turned her head. “Wyatt Baxter. What have you done to me?”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Piper
Ihad no ideaif he planned to spend the night, but when I woke up with a furnace at my back—a decidedly awake furnace—I sensed on some level I should be worried. This thing with Wyatt was only supposed to be a one-night stand. Somehow, we’d moved into a relationship as the words we’d said to each other during the most intense sex of my life flooded my brain. At one point he’d accused me of trying to cheat to reach release—he wasn’t wrong—but I hadn’t prepared for what he’d demanded in exchange for that release. Yet, I’d given in to him willingly.
The willingness worried me.
From the night we met, Wyatt had wanted more. He’d wanted toknowme. In the two-and-a-half years I spent with Charlie, I don’t think we ever moved beyond the surface. After only a couple of short months and only a handful of times we’d spent together, Wyatt had dialed in to who I was. More importantly, he seemed to like who I was.
He’d made it easy to say yes.
“It’s too early in the morning for you to be thinking so hard,” a deep voice rumbled at my back.
Soft lips found my shoulder, nibbling along it to the back of my neck, and I snuggled closer. His big hand splayed across my belly, his thumb lazily rubbing over the curve of my breast. My body tightened in anticipation, heat flooding my core, but the loud growling of his stomach broke the mood.
Laughing, I said, “Guess it’s time for breakfast.”
His response came with an open-mouthed kiss in the middle of my shoulder blades. “After appetizers.”
Before I could ask what he meant, I was flat on my back while he got busy with his mouth between my legs. After my second orgasm, he pushed inside me, his delicious length filling me full. After my third orgasm, he finally let himself go. When he returned from disposing of the condom in the bathroom, he reached a hand down to me.
“What’s for breakfast, woman? I’m starving.” His eyes sparkled.
“Um, I don’t cook much, so I’m not sure what I have.”
“Lucky for you to date someone who cooks all the time.” He winked. “By the way, you only have one toothbrush.”
