He pointed toward the phone.“I can call room service and get you whatever you want.”
I moved closer and stopped in front of him.I shook my head, my hands reaching for the knot of my towel.“All I want is you.”I undid the knot; the towel fell from my body and pooled at my feet.Wyatt inhaled, eyes widened as his hungry gaze swept down before settling on my eyes.
“We shouldn’t,” he said.
“I’m sick of pretending I don’t want you.”My voice was steady, though my heart was anything but.
Wyatt’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides like they were fighting the instinct to grab me.
He didn’t touch me.Not yet.He wouldn’t cross a line unless he was invited, and even then, he had to make sure.
“Rosebud,” he said, the nickname carrying more weight than it ever had before.“If we do this—”
“I know,” I whispered.“I know what it means.”
The hunger in his gaze softened, giving way to something deeper, heavier.He brushed a strand of damp hair from my face, his knuckles grazing my cheek.
“This isn’t a mistake,” he said.“You aren’t.None of this is.”
My throat constricted.“Neither are you.”
For a moment, we just stood there, me bare, him fully clothed, both of us exposed in ways clothes had nothing to do with.Then he leaned in and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Come here,” he murmured.
He tugged me into his arms, wrapping me up in his warmth, in his welcome comfort.Home.His finger tilted my head back, his mouth descended before he captured my lips in a fiery passion of need.
A moan rumbled in my throat as I grabbed for him, hands fumbling for the hem of his shirt.I hooked my fingers into the cotton and yanked it over his head, tossing it behind us.His hand went to my ass, squeezed, eliciting a moan from both of us before he walked us to the bed.He hit the mattress and collapsed onto the comforter.I climbed on top of him, but before I could position myself, he tossed me beneath him.
He glanced down at me, his hand roaming my side, before slipping between my legs.I sucked in a ragged breath, waiting for that familiar feeling, then he froze.“Are you feeling okay?”
“Wy, don’t you dare stop.”My body arched as his thumb found my clit, and he stroked circles over the swollen nub.
I cried out, desperate for his fingers to slip inside of me.He continued to caress, using my moisture to glide smoothly.
“You’re so wet,” he said as if he was surprised at how utterly ravenous I was for him.
He dipped his head, taking my nipple between his lips.The touch was almost too much; every nerve ending felt amplified, the pleasure brighter, deeper, more intense than ever before.A sharp rush of sensation shot straight through me, stealing the breath from my lungs.His tongue swirled around the tightened bead, lashing out and sending sparks of desire coiling through my body.
His thumb traced my slick seam, his tongue swirled, and then he sucked my nipple hard as he thrust his finger deep inside me.A cry tore from my throat but was quickly smothered by Wyatt’s lips.He kissed me as if he were a man dying of thirst and I were the first drop of water after a long, brutal drought.
My hands flattened on his face, holding him close as I kissed him with equal desperation.I didn’t just want him; I needed him in ways I had forgotten.
His mouth dragged from mine as he kissed a path down my neck.He stopped, gaze meeting mine.“Your boobs look fantastic… and supersensitive,” he said before taking my nipple between his teeth again.
My body arched into him, creating a path for him to follow.He inched down, kissing as he went, stopping just above where his fingers still worked inside me.
For a second, he just stared as if he were reacquainting himself with an old friend.The thought made me smile, and I almost laughed, but then I realized what he was about to do.I had read in a pregnancy book that air could—
His mouth was on me, tongue slashing across my clit, fingers pumping inside of me, and the world spun away from me, tossing me into a spiral of pleasure so intense all I could do was claw the comforter and hold on.
His finger curled, hitting the right spot because he knew exactly where it was.A string of expletives flew from my mouth as waves of heated bliss slammed into me.My body went limp as I drowned in the aftermath, soaking it in.
The bed moved, Wyatt’s weight shifted away from me, but by the time I popped my eyes open, he was already hovering over me.His hard length pressed against my thigh, his hand cupping my cheek as those golden-brown eyes stared down at me.
“We can’t go back,” he said.
“Back to what?”
