With each bold stroke of his tongue, my need ratchets another dozen notches. His hard length grinds against me, and the sensations? I haven’t felt anything like this in so long. My nipples harden to sharp nubs, and a flood of arousal dampens my panties.
“Bedroom,” he manages, then scoops me up in one fluid motion. A grunt escapes his lips, but before I can ask him about it, we’re moving, and he’s kissing me again.
Setting me on the bed so I’m on my knees, he guides my uninjured arm around his neck. “Hold on to me, darlin’.”
The order sends goosebumps racing up my bare arms. My pants cascade down my thighs, and he unhooks the bra. Embarrassment warms my cheeks at the bruises still healing across my ribs, but Wyatt doesn’t seem to care, because he dips his head to suck a nipple into his mouth.
The shock is like a jolt of electricity straight to my core, and I cry out as my head falls back. His fingers dance over my mound, slipping under the edge of my panties to find me soaked. God. I could come from this alone.
“Wyatt…please,” I beg, my legs shaking.
He pulls back to search my face, then smiles. Actually smiles. “Like that?”
Before I can answer, he eases me down, then sits next to me to pull off his boots. I expect him to strip off his shirt next, but he doesn’t. Just shucks his jeans and straddles me.
His legs…God. They’re huge, and the coarse hair tickles my thighs. When I try to slide my hands under the flannel to his back, he stops me, and I’m shocked to find fear in his eyes. “What’s wrong?”
“Been through some shit. It’s not…pretty. My shirt stays on.”
Shoving at him, I wriggle until my back is against the headboard, then point at my hip bone. Four fingertip bruises are still painfully dark. Simon grabbed me from behind the day before I escaped. “And these are? What about the ones on my neck? Or the scars on my back? Those are permanent.” Tears hover on my lower lids, lending a shimmer to everything around me. “I saw the tail end of your nightmare, remember? I know you’re…damaged. So am I. Do you honestly think anything I find under there is going to matter to me?”
Without giving him a chance to respond, I start unbuttoning his shirt. His shoulders tense, but he doesn’t protest, and I slide the flannel down his arms.
The corded muscles of his back flex under my fingers. “Hope…”
“You’re perfect, Wyatt. I don’t know what the heck you’re—”
He turns, letting the shirt fall to the floor. His right arm bears a thick scar from his elbow to his shoulder. Across his chest, dozens of red marks, some the size of staples, others larger, blaze a trail down his side and disappear beneath his black briefs.
“What happened?” With a light touch, I trace the long-healed wounds, lean forward, and press my lips to the scar on his arm.
“Shrapnel.”
I move until I can see his back, finding even more damage, but for the life of me, I can’t imagine what he’s ashamed of. Until he rises and tugs down his briefs. His cock stands at full mast, but the scars continue, interrupting the neatly trimmed dark hair below the v of his abs. “I don’t—” Clearing my throat, I try again. “I don’t know why you think you aren’t…’pretty.’ Though handsome, rugged, manly…those might all be better words.”
Relief washes over him, and it brings such a change to his face he almost looks like a different person. One who isn’t hiding anymore. At least not from me.
Wyatt
I never imagined I’d stand naked in front of a woman again. Especially not one I plucked out of a crashed car during a freak spring blizzard who’s on the run for her life. But here we are.
Hope is everything I’ve ever wanted. And the one person I can never have. Not permanently. Not beyond tonight. But I’m damn sure going to make the most of the time we have left.
“Come here,” Hope whispers, sliding back on the bed. Clad in only her panties, she beckons to me. I hook my thumbs in the black silk to slide them down her hips, and my God. The flush to her skin is so fucking beautiful.
Positioning myself between her thighs, I kiss my way from her left knee all the way up to her glistening pussy. I’m desperate to taste her, but I want to make this last. To make it a memory we can both hold on to for the rest of our days.
With a single swipe of my tongue to her folds, I pull a whimper from her lips, then continue my trail of kisses up between her breasts.
“Are you sure, darlin’?” Tipping my head up to meet her hooded gaze, I hold my breath. If she says no…it might kill me. But I’ll walk away.
“Yes,” she says, and the breathy tone to her voice makes me so hard, my dick hurts. But Hope’s pleasure comes first.
My palms are rough against the soft skin of her inner thighs. We’re opposites in every way. Yet she still wants me. “You’re so fucking wet for me, Hope.”
A sexy smile curves her lips. “Only for you.”
I pause, my lips inches from her sweet scent. “Only for me.”
