“I danced you out of the party,” Wyatt whispers against the sensitive spot behind my earlobe, then kisses the skin softly.
“Perfect,” I say. This means we can do whatever we want to each other. To pleasure. To adore.
Wyatt pushes my dress up around my waist. “I missed you so much.” The pads of his thumbs trace the curve of my hips, making me shiver.
“Me too.” I place my palms on my cheeks then pull him down for another kiss.
His mouth fused to mine, he maneuvers me until my butt’s resting against the edge of a small built-in shelf. Then he pulls my thong down. I toe my heels off and move my legs so the thong drops on the floor.
He fingers me, the touch sure and hot. “Fuck. You’re dripping.”
I rock a little, wanting more. “Of course. I’m always hot for you.”
He nips my ear. “Did you masturbate, thinking of me?”
My face heats. “No. It wouldn’t have been the same. I didn’t want a quick orgasm. I wanted you,” I say, running the backs of my fingers along his cock and feeling it jerk and grow even bigger and harder.
“Shit.” He presses against my hand. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I want you right now,” I say, spreading my legs and inviting him closer. “I want to feel you moving inside me.”
He rests his forehead on mine. “We can’t. No condom.” His voice is tormented as he drives me crazy by moving his thumb around my pulsing and swollen clit.
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control.”
His thumb stops, the abrupt cessation sheer torture for my Wyatt-starved body. I can see the muscles in his jaw tense in the dim light.
“You sure? I don’t want you to offer because you’re too turned on to think clearly. I can make you come with my hand and mouth.”
My heart melts. His cock is throbbing against my thigh, and his main concern isn’t taking what I’m offering without question, but making sure I’m really okay with it. Laying my palm on his face, I rub my cheek against his softly. “I couldn’t be more sure.”
My permission snaps the reins holding him back. He unbuckles his belt, his fingers clumsy and impatient, unzips his pants and shoves them—including his underwear—down in one quick yank.
Watching his need for me makes me so hot that I’m shocked I don’t burst into flame. I open my legs wider, then cradle his face between my hands. “I want you, want you, want you…”
He surges inside me, making me gasp, cutting off my words. He feels so good. The sensation of having his bare cock buried deep inside me is unbearably erotic and intimate.
My breathing is hot and rushed, his thrusts hard and desperate.
Our gazes hold each other in the darkened room. His seems to pierce me all the way to my heart. Unable to bear the sensation, I kiss him, closing my eyes, silently begging him to fuck me until every thought in my head is obliterated.
When he slips his hand between our bodies and touches my clit, I come hard and fast. As I shudder in his arms, I feel wet warmth filling me, his harsh breaths fanning my neck.
We hold each other like that for a long time, just the two of us in the quiet, wavering gloom. And I know he means more to me than I ever thought possible.
Chapter Fifty-Two
Wyatt
I’m awake, but I linger in bed, instead of getting up like normal. I don’t believe in wasting my mornings.
But it’s tough to slip out of bed when Kim’s wrapped around me, all naked, warm and soft.
I push a couple dark strands of hair out of her face. Her mouth opens and closes a few times like an innocent baby’s. The notion makes me smile. What we did last night—at the party and afterward—was anything but innocent. Thinking about it makes me hard, ready to take her again. Knowing she really needs her sleep is the only thing making me keep my hands to myself.
The party was fun. Kim and I never did get to meet Edgar Blackwood, even though she tried. But she seemed happy enough that I was able to network a little. I let her take the lead, since it’s probably good for me to get to know people in L.A.
I stay in bed with for another half-hour or so, then slip out. She’s still deep in sleep, and I want to shower and see what’s in the fridge for breakfast. And Champ needs to be fed. He spent the night in my living room because Yuna’s with Ivy and Anthony at their mansion. I don’t know why she didn’t just stay at the fortress-like mansion to begin with, but there’s probably a reason. Her mom wanting her to marry Anthony’s brother or something.