Page 49 of Saving Wyatt

His words, they seemed to take a life of their own. A little ghost of a spell that set my body on edge and my mind spinning.

He was probably the only person on this damn island that didn't think this whole shit show was my fault. He was sweet. Mistaken, of course, but sweet.

I only realized I said the words aloud after they left my body, and I felt my cheeks get warm in seconds. And he smiled something fierce. Something dangerous and seductive.

His smile made the whole room brighter. It made my whole damn heart brighter.

Maybe my defenses were too weak and vulnerable after what had happened this whole week, or maybe I had resisted him long enough. Whatever it was, I could feel my resolve melting away under the inferno of his gaze, and I leaned in. My heart pounded in my chest.

What if he wasn't interested? What if I was the only one who felt it? What if...

He leaned in too.

Emboldened by the small gesture, I closed the distance between us, crashing my lips to his. I brought my hand on his nape and held him tight so I could taste him even if for just a second.

He pushed me back with his kiss, his tongue teasing my upper lip and sending the room around us whirling.

He tasted of coffee and sugar, of comfort and safety. Of home and belonging, and I never wanted to let go. I wanted to stay here, in his arms, hooked onto his lips, until the end of my days. That much I knew in a matter of seconds.

My phone buzzed, and the vibration snapped me back to reality. I pulled away. I looked at Ari, so cute, so willing in front of me, and yet now that I'd come to my senses, all I could see was another mistake.

What was I doing? What did I think I was doing? What right did I have to be doing this? Whether Ari wanted me or not, it didn't mean I got to have him. It didn't mean I deserved him.

"I... I can't," I said, ignoring my phone and focusing on my escape.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and the fragility in his tone threatened to break me all over again, for different reasons.

I had to get out of here before I did something that I might not regret, but he would. Something that would destroy his life like I'd destroyed Dare's.

I shot up, reaching for the door. I could feel Ari staring at the back of my head, but I needed to leave. To go. To put as much distance between us as possible, yet the more steps I took away from him, the more I ached. My body throbbed, my heart pulling me back. Just like the needle of a compass always finding its true north.

"Damn it!" I muttered and slammed the front door shut.

Ari was frozen in place as I ran back to him, and when I touched him, he sprang back to life. I towered over him, reunited our lips, initiating another, messier dance with our tongues.

His hands wrapped around my arms, settling on my shoulder blades and keeping me in place, pulling me down with him.

The hairs on the back of my neck rose. My heart thundered in my chest as our bodies smashed together, all rough and rushed, yet there was no pain. Just pleasure and the certainty that this had been inevitable from the start.

From the moment I laid my eyes on him, this was bound to happen. I'd held back long enough. I couldn't live with myself if I pulled away now. I could worry about the consequences tomorrow. Today was for doing things to regret another day.

I lay on top of him, and he moaned into my mouth, yet when I tried to ease myself back, he didn't let me. His legs wrapped around my thighs. His cock poked at mine even through the quadruple layers separating us.

A shiver of pure lava coursed through me all the way to my head, making everything but him blurry, dream-like.

His pupils reflected the light from the ceiling, making them look more sinful than sin.

I brushed my fingers under his eyes, over his cheekbones, past his jawline, as if attempting to memorize every inch of him by touch alone.

When I rested my hand on his chest, I could feel his heart trying to outrace mine, a dual beat that hadn't quite synchronized yet but was desperately trying to.

"My God, Wyatt!" he moaned, and it thundered through me.

I touched my forehead to his and caught my breath for a moment while gazing right at him, his eyes becoming one this up close, but even as a cyclops he was the most stunning, most intoxicating creature I had ever laid my eyes on.

“I know,” I panted and ground my hips, the friction between our hard dicks sending us both back into the blissful storm sweeping right through us.

Our lips reunited as if they had a mind of their own, and their only single thought was being merged into one.