Bram dealing with Clay had also caused a shift. In me, mostly. I could see a possibility of change. If I wanted to make it more than a possibility, I had to change. It was hard to not think that everything was all for naught all the time, but I was working on it. I had stopped drawing the Kendry Bridge.
Now here I was, getting turned on all because Wyatt’s hand was low on my bare stomach.
Maybe I should blame Bobby and his stupid sex talk. Or maybe feeling like this was a good sign that I was getting back to who I’d been, whatever that was, prior to wanting to just call it quits. Not to say I’d been sex-crazed before.
As I thought about it, I sighed. I was pretty sure being aroused right now was going to be more of a hindrance than anything. The entire time I’d known Wyatt, he hadn’t made a real move. He had kissed me to stop my panic attack at a party once, and we’d had that moment at the hotel after he stayed with me all night. He had said he liked me. Yes, a lot of things had happened to me, but the lack of any real move on his part left me with doubts.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, startling me. I’d thought he had fallen back to sleep.
“How come you’ve never kissed me?” I blurted. “I mean really kissed me.”
He didn’t respond.
“Do you even want to kiss me?” I asked. “Maybe it was all in my head. Maybe it was all the talk about having an orgy or athreesome. I must have misinterpreted everything, and you were just playing along. I?—”
“Joint thief.” His hand moved up from my stomach to the side of my face. In the dark, I could only see the shape of him before his lips covered mine.
At first, he was gentle, as if gauging my reaction. I slid a hand into his hair and the way I kissed him back was anything but gentle.
He let out a soft, low groan. His pierced tongue plunged into my mouth, exploring and tasting. I curled mine around his, feeling the barbell.
He broke away. “If you keep kissing me like that, I might do something bad.” He trailed kisses down my jaw, then placed one right above my heart.
I was wearing a gray spaghetti-strap cami with matching shorts tonight. So his lips met skin.
I grabbed the sides of his face and brought him back to my mouth, kissing him just as heatedly as before. I wanted his attention. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted thatsomething badhe threatened. I didn’t even care if it hurt.
He must have sensed that, because his lips stretched into a smile against mine. “I’ll give you what you want. Just tell me.”
I pulled away. “I’ve never had to ask for an orgasm before.”
He shook as he laughed silently. When he was finally able to calm down, he let out a happy sigh. “I adore everything that comes out of your mouth.”
His lips returned to mine. The way he kissed changed. It was as if he’d been holding out before. The way he was kissing me now, I wasn’t able to reciprocate. Only receive and endure what his mouth and tongue were doing to me. His hand returned to my stomach before it moved down into my shorts and underwear. My breath hitched the moment his fingers slid between my legs.
I was so turned on, I had soaked through my underwear. He seemed to realize it as well, the moment his fingers dipped into what was pooled at my center.
“All of this for me?” he whispered against my mouth as he spread my wetness between my lips and over my clit. Once he reached that sensitive spot, he stayed there, rubbing small, slow circles over it. “Is this how you want me to make you come?”
I wanted to moan so badly. I couldn’t, though. If Bram came barging in here, I’d lose my mind.
His fingers left my clit and returned to my center. “Or do you want it this way?” He pushed a finger inside me, then withdrew. He repeated the motion of pumping his finger in and out a few more times before adding a second. “Is this how you want it, Lottie? Do you want me to finger this pussy until you come?”
I tilted my head back as I took in small breaths. At my side, I fisted the blankets.
Wyatt kissed my cheek and trailed his lips to my ear. “Or would you prefer my head between your legs? I know which I’d prefer. You’re dripping wet and it would be a shame not to taste it.”
“I want it all.” My voice trembled as I whispered.
Wyatt’s fingers withdrew from me as he pulled his hand from my underwear and shorts. The covers were ripped away, and Wyatt disappeared from my side. The bathroom light flicked on and a little bit of light bled into the bedroom. Wyatt reached over his head and pulled his shirt off as he climbed back on the bed between my legs. He hooked his fingers into the sides of my shorts and underwear.
I went to lift my hips.
“Don’t, beautiful,” he said. “I do all the work, remember?”
He pulled my clothes down my hips easily. He tsked when I bent my legs to help him remove them the rest of the way. “Soimpatient.” He tossed my clothes on top of his shirt on the floor. “I’m going to feel like shit if your ribs are killing you tomorrow.”
“Then I’ll take pain meds and you’ll never know.”
