He grabbed me and kissed me again, this time he slid his hands up under my dress, hiking it up past my hips as he ran his thumbs over my nipples. I hissed out as he stroked them and looked into my eyes. “If a game is what you want, I’m an excellent player, and I don’t bluff.”
He kissed my neck then whispered, “I never thought you would walk back into town. That I would be able to see you again. Now that I have, I have to have you. Just one more time, Rose.”
That sent tingles up my spine as I arched my back towards him. I was hanging on to his neck by a thread, but when I saw where he was pushing us I grinned. He wanted me. Hell, I could tell by the look in his eyes, by the taste of his breath that he needed me.
He was playing his cards just right, and I had nothing in my hand but a pair of twos. I was lousy at bluffing.
His bed was big and beautiful, just the like his bedroom. I turned from him and crawled on his bed, looking up at him. “I should’ve told you no, Wyatt. I should’ve got in my car and driven away, and now I can’t stop. Not until I have you.”
“You have no idea how right you are about that,” he said as he grabbed my dress and pulled it up over my head. Fuck. This was really happening. “I’m an asshole. You’ll get hurt and we both know it, but I can’t help myself.”
It was lust. Nothing more.
I knew that, but it didn’t send me running. Nothing could. A man like Wyatt Graves always got what he wanted at the expense of anyone in his way. He was the kind of man that I swore off. Hell, he was the exact man I walked away from all those years to go because he was just too reckless.
He never cared about anything, from who he slept with, to the choices he made and it was why I’d stayed away. Why I swore him off. But one night, I could do one night. It didn’t have to mean anything else. From his dark hair to his well defined musculature I was in absolute heaven. Or maybe it was temptation that would lead me to hell. I didn’t know or care. I just wanted to feel him. All of him.
I tugged at his shirt and he pulled it over his own head. I swear I let out a moan of appreciation when I saw his body.
It wasn’t the same body I remembered. It was older, firmer. It had more musculature, and less softness. Hell, it even had a tattoo right over his left chest muscle.
“What does this mean?” I asked as I ran my hands over his chest and then looked up into his eyes. I was referring to the tattoo of a dark red rose wrapped in thorns.
“Regrets,” he said as he looked into my eyes. “Things lost.”
What I saw when he stared at me shook me to my very core. It was a mixture of want and something deeper, something more… predatory. It sent chills up my spine but I could feel my arousal too. It was growing.
Fuck, I wanted him. No part of me could deny that. I knew this was a mistake, but I didn’t care. I deserved a night like this. I wanted him like I wanted nothing else. I remembered all those tears, all that anger when I walked away.
It was my own damn fault, but I knew who he was and I knew what he was bound to do to me. I just refused to let the inevitable be delayed. I put it in my own hands all those years ago.
Just like I was making my own decisions now.
I deserved to feel something more than anger and sadness and loathing. I needed some pleasure.
So I reached into his pants and found his cock hard and large and gave it a small tug. It grew even larger. Damn. I hadn’t remembered him being that big.
“I want you,” I said slowly.
“Do you, Rose?” he asked as he slipped his hand behind my back and unclipped my bra in one quick movement. He really was experienced. I didn’t want to know how experienced. I kissed him as I willed all the thoughts away and just indulged myself in him. “Or will you just walk away from me again.”
I wasn’t ready to answer that question. Not yet. This was a one time deal, and we both knew it. I couldn’t let him take over my whole world.
“Do you want me?” I asked as I looked into his eyes. They were the stunning kind of blue. Like ice. It felt like he was looking right through me as he stared into mine. “Just for tonight?’
“You have no idea.” He kissed me again and pulled off my slip, leaving me in my panties as he took me in. Then he went for them. He slipped them off like they were nothing. It was all so quick. So guttural. I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be the gentle kind of lovemaking.
He slammed me down on the mattress, my body bouncing just a little. He wasn’t soft or gentle. He wasn’t the man I thought he was. No. I’d come at this hard and firm and he responded in kind.
Wyatt read my every move. He knew exactly what I wanted, and he gave it to me. He found the spots that felt so good when he pinched or dug in. He figured out how to show me so much pleasure with just a little pain.