“Chris!”I called over Wyatt’s shoulder.“I’m stealing him.”
Wyatt blinked down at me, surprise flickering in those golden-brown eyes before understanding dawned.
“Rose—”
I lifted onto my toes and crashed my mouth to his.Not soft or sweet…desperateand maybe a little performative.For one breath, he froze, but then his hand rested on my waist, pulling me flush against him, the other hand sliding into my hair as if it belonged there.His mouth moved against mine with a familiarity that hurt.But it also healed me, undid me, made me want to never stop kissing him.
Because he kissed me as if he meant it.Like he wasn’t playing.Like he still loved me with every ounce of his being.
A wolf whistle sounded somewhere behind us.
Chris groaned.“Get a room.”
“We plan to,” I said against Wyatt’s mouth.
I slowly pulled away, hand slipping into his as if it was second nature because it was.
We didn’t make it ten steps before his arm snaked around my waist.“Careful,” he murmured against my ear, his breath sending chills cascading down my neck.“They’re watching.”
“Good.”I grinned, already turning into him.
The hallway buzzed with drunken laughter and off-key singing, but I didn’t look back.I didn’t need to.I could feel eyes on us.
Wyatt played along instantly.His hand dropped lower, fingers spreading at the small of my back.He bent his head like he was about to say something filthy in my ear.
Me heat slammed against my chest, wishing he would.The heat of his mouth feathered over my lobe, and I broke into a smile, smacking his chest at the words I’d imagined he’d say.
We reached the elevator, slowly moving away from each other, and the doors dinged open.
My eyes landed on the man stepping out, and panic set in when I realized it was the bride's brother.I grabbed Wyatt’s shirt and dragged his mouth to mine.He mumbled something, but whatever he said was lost to my tongue.
He inhaled sharply, but he didn’t miss a beat.His hand cupped my ass and hoisted me into his arms.The bride’s brother muttered something as he passed, and I felt and heard Wyatt give him a high-five in passing.
Wyatt moved with me in his arms, his mouth on mine, his hands gripping my ass.The sound of the elevator's doors closing echoed around me, but all I could focus on was the feel of his tongue dancing with mine.The way his hands fit perfectly on my curves, and how I had dreamed about this too many times in the last week.
My back pressed against the wall, cold metal not helping to cool me down.His mouth glided over mine, slower now, savoring every stroke of our tongues, every touch of his lips.Hit thumb brushed along my jaw, but I felt it everywhere.
God, I missed him.Missed the warmth of his touch, the weight of him on me.The way he always fit against me like we were made for each other.The way one kiss could erase every argument and every doubt.
Marriage.Rings.Paper.Expectations.
None of it mattered in this moment.Not when he kissed me like I was his last gulp of oxygen.Not when he held me like he was afraid I’d disappear.
I didn’t care about any of those things.I just wanted him.
His hard length pressed into me, and I ground against it.Pleasure erupted inside me, spreading through my body.Using the wall as an anchor, I reached for his pants, needing to feel his desire for me.My hands shook with desperation, and the button refused to break free.
A low sound rumbled in his throat, and he drew away from me just as he placed me on the ground.My hands fell to my side, and shame and disappointment slammed into me.His head rested on mine.He didn’t pull away completely, just enough to breathe, enough to look at me with those golden-brown eyes that had always been my home.
“Rose, what are we doing?”
“Pretending.”
“For who?There’s no one around.It’s just us.”
“I… I don’t know.”
He turned from me, hand finding his hair like it always did.“I want you so fucking bad right now, but I also don’t want to cross a line we shouldn’t cross.”
