Page 66 of Saving Wyatt

He smirked and leaned in. I braced myself for another mind-blowing kiss.

But before it could happen, the bathroom door opened, and Warren walked out with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Wyatt!” he said, eyes going wide open, and Wyatt pulled back as if he had put his hand into a wildfire.

“Warren. Hi. I…I forgot you were… You okay?” he asked.

Shit. I’d forgotten about him too.

“I’m fine, but what are you—” Warren started, and I pierced him with my gaze.

How did we explain this? And more importantly, how did we explain this without making Wyatt want to run for the hills?

“Oh wow. I’m going to be late. I should…I should get dressed. That’s right. Yeah. I’ll leave you… I’ve got to go.”

He rushed into his bedroom, and barely two minutes later, he was rushing out the door.

“Where are you going? I’ve ordered takeout,” I called out, but he was already gone. “Are you hungry?” I turned to Wyatt.

He was staring at the front door and didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

I reached for his shoulder and scooched a little closer on the couch.

“Are you okay?” I asked him.

He turned to me and nodded slowly, his face full of concern, but there was also something else in it. In his eyes, more specifically. There was a fire, and the minute our gazes met, it lit me up too.

He didn’t say anything but brought his hand back to where it was a few moments ago, right where it belonged, and pulled me onto him.

The instant our lips reunited, something burst in me, an explosion of passion that replaced all my worries and concern into nothing but need. My need for him.

I slipped my tongue into his mouth, deepening the kiss, and he all but growled, pushing me back in retaliation. His hand slid down to my nape and he held me closer, tighter as his tongue joined mine in an intricate but messy dance.

This was definitely not how I thought tonight was going to go, not after the way he blanked me out, not giving me a sign of life all day, but I wasn’t about to complain.

It had been a miracle that we’d already been together once, I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth when it was about to happen a second time and maybe many, many more.

I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Not right now. All I cared about was being with this man and feeling the same bliss I felt yesterday. The same bliss I hadn’t felt in so long in all my years of solitude.

I dragged my hands under his arms and around his back and pressed him closer to me, and he pulled my legs open so he could shuffle in between them.

Straddling him, I lay down on the couch and wrapped my legs around his hips, feeling his cock already raging against mine. I gasped. He drowned my moan with his kiss, swallowing it as if it was his sustenance.

As soon as he was on top of me, his hands went astray, grabbing any piece of fabric he could and yanking it off me as if it was his personal mission to get me naked in record time, yet he didn’t care to take his own clothes off.

Before I could do it for him, he slid down my body and wrapped his lips around my foreskin. Two delicate fingers wrapped around me and tugged my foreskin down until only my crown was in his mouth, and he suckled it for dear life.

I combed my fingers through his hair and held on to him, trying desperately not to come undone. Not now. Not so soon. I throbbed just at the thought, let alone the sensation, of what he was doing to me.

“Fuck, Wyatt. You’re gonna make me come,” I groaned, and he let go of me for a second to smirk.

“Good. That’s what I’m trying to accomplish,” he said and went back to business.

I pushed my head back on the cushion and bit my lip as I watched him work my length with a hunger that only drove me closer to the edge. Seeing a man want me and need me so much, seeing someone so desperate to get me to come, was intoxicating.

It felt good being wanted.

I let go of Wyatt’s hair and dragged my hands to either side of his face and tilted his head ever so slightly until he was looking at me.