The man was a step ahead of my own thoughts, my own desires and he never let it slow him down, not for a second. No one else had ever been so intuitive.
No one else made me feel this way.
Wyatt kissed down my body, licking and nibbling, even biting on my soft flesh, devouring me in with his mouth and his eyes and he looked up at me.
And the look in his eyes told me exactly what he was after. Pleasure. I wanted that too. So badly. I reached for his pants and unbuttoned the top button, my hands shaking as I took down his zipper.
Hot damn. I knew his cock was huge, but as I pushed down his pants and boxers I wasn’t prepared for what I saw. His cock was hard and big and I swear I thought it would split me in two. Had even that grown since I’d had him last? I couldn’t imagine ever fitting that inside of me before.
I swallowed hard and bit my lip looking up at him. What if he breaks me?
“Fuck, Rose. I’m solid as a rock because of you.” He growled. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting to fuck you?”
He pulled me onto him as he kissed me. His teeth smashed against my lips, his tongue parting my own as he invaded me. He wanted me and he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Not now. It wasn’t the gentle kind of kiss that a good guy would execute. No, it was harsh and hard and it was strong and it filled every corner of me and left me wanting for more.
I clung to him, my chest rising and falling. Every sensation was heightened. Every touch, every feeling. The feeling of his lips against mine, the rough stubble on his chin that ground into my skin, the grip of his hands on my hips as he thrust me down onto him.
All of it overwhelmed me. He was the tidal wave, and I was just caught up in him, rag-dolling my way to pleasure. Just hoping I got the chance to breathe when it was all over.
We moved together for what felt like both an eternity and just a few moments all at once. His moans became mine as he thrust in and out of me. Hell, I was going to come before long. I could feel it.
It came in a wave, but he didn’t stop. He just kept going, rocking his body in and out of mine, his muscles doing all the work.
“Wyatt,” I purred against him as he drove into me.
I was going to come again. I could feel it. Oh god, I could feel it.
This time, though, he moaned with me. His cock inside of me as he came. Fuck. We were both finished, the height of ecstasy washing over us both.
I was lost in his eyes, his arms wrapped around me as I looked down into them. I just wanted to live there in that moment.
Until the real world came calling.
His phone buzzed and ruined it all. “I have to get this,” he said as he grabbed his phone and scrolled. I prayed it was nothing, that he could just put it down and walk away. Instead, he stood up and broke the moment.
“What’s going on?” I asked as I stared up at him, confused.
“I just got a text. I need to get down to the office. You can hang out here, or I can drive you home, but he says it is an emergency.” He huffed and pulled on a pair of jeans from his dresser.
“Yeah, okay. Just, um, take me home,” I said. I got dressed in a state of shock. What the hell was happening?
I’d started to hope. That was what happened. I’d started to hope that he was more caring than he really was.
This was a moment of weakness. I wouldn’t let it happen again.
Chapter Four
I slammed the cabinet door shut then looked around. I'd been told to get familiar with the files at the office, not horribly abuse them. I'd been there maybe two hours and my mood couldn't be worse.
I couldn't afford to be sour when working here. My job was to greet people, to do what they needed, file what needed filing. All the things a receptionist did. But I was so angry, and I just couldn't stop staring off into the distance and thinking about Wyatt.
He'd offered to buy up my mother’s home, my home, the last remnant of my life and then he had the nerve to send me flowers. To invite me to that stupid investors dinner, one that he left me for because of “work”. Led me on only to dump me off at his home alone, waiting on a ride from Jess to pick me up and take me home.
I scowled just thinking about him. I shouldn't give him the time of day, or a moment of thought.
"What's going on?" A sweet voice asked as I stood there unmoving.
"Oh," I said, as I came out of my self-inflicted fit of rage. A familiar face was staring at me, a smile wide across it. Waiting for me to respond.
Jessie. Damn. It was Jessie Mallard. One of my only friends left from the old days.
"Oh, hi. I'm sorry, Jess. I didn't realize it was you." I looked her over. She hadn’t changed a bit in all those years. Still had a sweet smile and kind eyes. And I bet she still had her quick-witted sense of humor.