Chapter 34
WYATT
I OPEN MY EYES TO find the muted wash of afternoon light coming in through the window. Blake is curled up against me, her ass nestled against my groin, her arms trapping my hand against her chest.
Fuck, sleep feels nice.
I never slept properly before this summer in Tahoe, and it’s like someone who’s been deprived of a vital sense suddenly getting it. Before Blake, my mind kept racing and racing, especially at night, stretching those quiet hours into forever. Now, it feels like someone turned down the volume in my head. The noise is still there if I really listen to it. But I’d rather listen to Blake’s steady breathing and the barely audible noises she makes in her sleep.
And it scares the hell out of me, because I can’t lie to myself anymore. I can’t pretend anymore.
I don’t just want her.
Ineedher.
Not only to sleep. But…for everything. The thought of lying in a bed alone again makes my skin itch. The thought of walking into aroom and not seeing her engrossed in some nerdy webpage or book evokes a sincere sense of loss. She’s an addiction I’m not sure I can break.
Or want to break.
Blake stirs, letting out a tiny sigh. “That was such a good nap.”
She rolls over and tilts her face toward mine. Her cheeks are flushed from sleep, brown hair a mess, and my heart squeezes so tight it hurts. She’s so pure and unguarded like this. It’s beautiful.
She reaches up to stroke my chin, scraping the stubble over it. Her touch sends a shiver through me, and for some reason, my body reacts to that innocent caress.
I bite back a groan. She notices, of course.
“Did that turn you on?” she teases. “Me touching your jaw?”
“Yeah,” I admit hoarsely.
“Why?”
“Because everything you do turns me on.”
I brush a strand of hair off her cheek, and she smiles. “Your fingers are always so rough.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Guitar callouses.”
“I like it. I like how it feels on my skin.”
She presses her cheek against my hand, rubbing herself on it like a cat. But that just brings her body closer to mine, and I know she can feel how hard I am.
She parts her lips slightly, and I take that as an invitation. I kiss her. Slow at first, teasing, but then her hand slides between us to cup me over my sweatpants, and my control snaps. I deepen the kiss, my tongue plunging, stealing a gasp from her throat.
“Quiet,” I murmur.
When she reaches into my pants and pulls my dick out, I still her hand.
“This bed is too squeaky,” I remind her. “We can’t fuck.”
“Who said anything about fucking?” Smirking, she lifts my shirt up and kisses my stomach before moving lower.
She reaches my dick and plants a soft kiss on the tip, followed by a bratty little lick. My hand moves to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair.
“We don’t have time for teasing,” I warn.
“Mmm, really?” She peers up at me, and there’s no sexier sight than Blake on her knees with her mouth hovering over my cock. “You’re saying you want it fast and hard?”
