“Because I don’t like pretending I don’t care.”
Her fingers tightened in his shirt, and he could feel her tremble. “You care.”
“Yes.”
She swallowed, and he could see the word forming on her lips. He knew what it was, but he couldn’t voice it. He wasn’t ready to promise something he didn’t know how to protect yet.
Instead, he leaned down, closing the distance. The kiss wasn’t desperate or urgent. It was steady as her hands slid around his waist, and he felt her relax into him.
The storm passed fully then, leaving only distant thunder and the smell of rain.
She pulled back first. “I’m not choosing anything tonight,” she whispered.
“Good.” He brushed his thumb along her jaw.
Stay. He almost said, but he stopped. Because if she asked him what would happen if she left, he didn’t have the answer.
LETTY
Letty reached for his shirt, wrapping her hand around the material to kiss him harder. His kiss delighted her senses as his hands found her skin. Instead of rushing to his own pleasure, he lavished her with the warmth of his mouth, the tenderness of his touch.
Each time Wyatt’s teeth grazed her lip, another piece of her resistance crumbled. His fingers trailed down her spine as he held Letty.
She whimpered, and the sound surprised her, sounding needier than she intended. But she couldn’t bring herself to care as his hands explored her. She wound her arms around his neck while he held her tighter, their tongues meeting as soft sounds escaped. When she tried to restrain herself, he wouldn’t allow it, claiming her completely.
They shed their clothes in what seemed like seconds as he laid her on the bed, settling beside her to cup her breasts, teasing one nipple before his hand ventured lower. When his finger brushed her center before slipping inside, the sensation tore a cry from Letty’s throat. “God, yes.”
His teeth grazed her neck as he chuckled, the vibration adding to the pleasure his hand was creating. She smiled, lost in sensation as his mouth found her breast, arching as he scraped his teeth across her nipple.
Wyatt’s fingers moved in a slow rhythm that pushed her toward the edge. The climax that had been building crashed over her suddenly, lights bursting behind her eyelids as electricity raced through her veins. As she floated back to earth, he was already rolling on a condom she hadn’t noticed before, then easing himself inside her, holding her close.
Letty ran her hand around his neck as her mouth pressed against his. Their tongues matched his rhythm as she met him for each thrust.
Wyatt slowed his movements and broke the kiss. “I don’t want you to go to Dallas.”
Letty stroked her hand down his cheek as she nodded. “Thank you for telling me.”
He thrust his cock back in deeper, sucking her nipple between his lips as she moaned. “God, you feel so good.”
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. He picked up his pace, leaning up as he caressed her breast with his hand. “I’m gonna make you come again.”
Letty’s mind wrapped around his words as his length hit the spot again in her pussy; pleasure ricocheted through her body as his thumb found her clit. Grazing back and forth, the sensations of his touch and penetration brought her to the edge of ecstasy. She hummed in anticipation, waiting as her legs tensed around his hips, holding him tighter. She grabbed at the bedding, desperate to anchor herself against the storm building. Her lips parted in a silent gasp as the friction built her orgasm.
Wyatt’s body shuddered, and he cried out as Letty met his climax with her own.
Both panted and held one another until the spasms eased and Wyatt rested his head next to hers.
“Wow,” she moaned in his ear.
He nuzzled her neck before he rolled off her, then peeled off the condom and walked into the bathroom.
Letty dozed as he got back into bed, pulling her body to his and whispering. “Sleep. We need sleep.”
She woke before she opened her eyes, inhaling his scent. Her heart clenched.He smells like home.She smiled, snuggling down. Normally she woke alert, mind already planning the day.I’m too warm and comfortable to think.
Her cheek rested against solid muscle. One of Wyatt’s arms was heavy across her waist, his palm splayed low against her stomach like he’d fallen asleep protecting her.
Memory rushed back, slow and deliberate heat with his voice low, the way he’d just stopped to tell herI don’t want you to go to Dallas.She shifted her body as his grip tightened.
