My heart was doing the talking and it was telling me to take everything he was offering and then some.
It was like we were young all over again without jobs or responsibilities and it felt amazing. If I could just hold on to that feeling a little longer I wouldn’t ask for anything else.
We ended up on the bed, him on the bottom, me on his lap while we kissed and felt the warmth of our bare bodies against each other. It was easy. So easy.
I slid him into me and took control, grinning as I watched the way his lips parted. Just that little bit of relief he was looking for. I rocked up and back on him as he grabbed my hips and helped me along.
It was quick and it was hard and it was perfect. I looked him right in the eyes as I slid up and down him. I didn’t need foreplay or anything else. We’d teased each other the entire ride back to my place and I was ready to take him. All of him.
“Rose,” he said that deep gravel quality back in his voice. “Dammit, Rose. You feel so good.”
I purred at the compliment and increased my pace. I wanted him to feel good. I wanted to feel good. We’d both get exactly what we were looking for. Exactly what we needed.
I panted hard, our bodies hot and steamy, the smell of his sweat clean and sweet. It only served to increase my arousal, his body perfectly matched against mine.
“Wyatt,” whispered into his ear, trying like hell to match his husky tone. “Wyatt, I want you to come.”
Fuck, it sounded hot. I was going to cum too, I knew I was going to cum. I could barely hold it any longer. Just the feeling of him inside of me pressing against me, his body up against mine was enough to send me into a state of perfect pleasure. But I wanted to come with him. I wanted to hold out for it.
“Fuck,” he swore as he buried his mouth into my neck his teeth coming down hard against my skin.
He felt so good against me, so good. I couldn't stop, I couldn’t control myself, I couldn’t do anything.
But scream with the orgasm that hit me so hard it rocked my world.
He groaned into my throat and came with me, his body shaking hard as he thrust into me as hard as he could.
It was so good it should’ve been illegal.
He should’ve been illegal.
“Damn, I was just hoping for a goodnight kiss,” he said as he sat up, I was still on him, his cock still inside of me.
He wrapped his arms around my back and pulled me close, kissing me.
I could feel his heart beat beating against my chest. I could hear his breaths as I buried my face into his shoulder.
I held on to this moment as long as I could, but after a while we had to separate.
“Do you want me to go?” he asked as he bent down to put on his clothes.
“Why don’t you stay?” I asked. It was an innocent question, but I knew what it meant.
And I knew how Jess was going to gloat as soon as she found out.
Dammit.
Chapter Nine
“Stay away from her.” My father’s voice was so distinctive I knew it before I saw him or anyone else in the room.
“Excuse me?” I asked as I turned to see him standing in the doorway. Fucking hell. Could he keep his nose out of my shit? If not the business than at least my personal life.
“Leave her alone. I don’t want you going near Rose Shannon, do you hear me?” he asked, more like demanded.
“Well, I don’t think I care about your opinion,” I said as I grabbed my coffee and took a sip. I was still wearing the same pair of jeans from yesterday, the shirt one that I kept in my desk for these kinds of situations.
“I know the way you are, Wyatt. I know what you do. I know how to treat women. Don’t do that to Miranda’s daughter. Anyone but her.” My father shook his head pointed at me. He was angry.
I grinned and said what I’d been waiting to say for thirty years, “I learned it from watching you, dad.”
I swore he was going to haul off and smack me, but he just stood there with his hands balled into fists. It wouldn’t be the first time we’d gone to fisticuffs. Or, more than likely, the last.
“I put up with a lot of your shit, kid. But if you use her up and spit her out the way you do women-” I was done with his shit. I wasn’t listening to any more of it.
“My intentions are honest, Dad. I’m not going to do that to her.” I wasn’t going to back down either. He couldn’t forbid me anymore I wasn’t a kid.
“See that you don’t. I made a promise to her momma that I would look out for her when her dad passed. I don’t aim on breaking it.”
“You talked to her mom?” I knew the two of them had history. Hell, I knew that Jack stole her right out from under his nose. But that was before I was even born. A lifetime ago.