"Look at me," he said.
I did, and the intensity in his eyes made my breath catch.
"Tell me if I need to stop."
"You won't."
He pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, and I had to close my eyes against the overwhelming sensation of fullness, of rightness, of finally.
"Jesus," he groaned when he was fully seated. "You feel?—"
"I know," I breathed. "I know."
He started to move, slow and deep. I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull him deeper.
The storm raged overhead, rain hammered on the roof, thunder rolled across the sky, but all I could focus on was the slide of his body against mine, the sounds he made low in his throat, the way my name sounded when he gasped it.
"Harder," I demanded, my nails digging into his back.
He obliged, his hips snapped against mine with more force, and the pleasure built sharp and fast until I was gasping with every thrust.
"Touch yourself," he said roughly. "I want to feel you come around me."
I slid my hand between us, finding where we were joined, and circled my clit with shakingfingers.
"That's it," Wyatt encouraged, his voice strained. "God, you're so fucking perfect."
The orgasm hit me hard and suddenly, my inner muscles clamping down on him as I cried out. Wyatt groaned and thrust twice more before following me over, my name on his lips as he came.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us shaking and gasping for breath, the sweat cooling on our skin.
Finally, Wyatt rolled to the side, pulling me with him so I was tucked against his chest. He grabbed one of the saddle blankets and pulled it over us.
"That was,” I started.
"Yeah," he agreed.
"We shouldn't have.”
"Probably not."
"This doesn’t,” I stumbled over my words.
"I know." He kissed the top of my head. "It doesn't change anything. Doesn't solve anything. Doesn't make anything less complicated."
"Right."
But his hand was tracing patterns on my spine, and I was pressed against him like I belonged there, and the storm outside showed no signs of stopping.
"Tessa."
"Hmm?"
"I'm not sorry."
I tilted my head back to look at him. "No?"
"No." His eyes were serious. "I know I should be. But I'm not."
