“You are so sexy. Do you even realize it?” he asked as he pulled his shirt over his head. “I was so angry with you, so furious with you for not telling me that I couldn't’ think straight. But now, knowing that you are going to have my baby. That you are going carrying a piece of me inside of you. Well, Rose. It turns me on.” Damn. Just hearing the way he said those things made me blush.
I had no idea he would feel this way. But the proof was in how stiff his cock was as he pulled off his boxer briefs. It was thick and standing completely at attention just for me.
But then Wyatt crawled over my body, that cock hitting my leg as he kissed my neck and my collarbone trailing down, down, down. Until he was at my center, already soaking wet with anticipation.
“I want to taste you, Rose.” He said then he kissed the peak of it, just lightly, just enough to make me suck in a breath that sent my entire world spinning. It was already upside down and inside out with him in it, but he just kept pushing me higher. I was drunk on him, and it was never going to end.
He gripped my hips as he dipped down and kissed me again, this time, harder, his tongue probing me. It was hot and wet, and it felt absolutely perfect. He found my clit and lapped at it, sending me into a state of bliss. I swear that man knew exactly what he was doing, and he meant to turn me into a puddle of jello.
Because that was exactly what, he was doing.
“Wyatt,” I moaned as he gripped my hips just a little harder. It almost hurt, but not quite. It only served to heighten every single sensation, reminding me exactly how good he was at what he was doing. He must’ve known it too. Because I felt his mouth turn up into a grin against my skin.
He was torturing me, and he was enjoying it. Of course, he was.
That was textbook Wyatt.
I was so close to coming that I was starting to shake. I could feel it happening before I realized what was going on. My hands and toes were trembling with excitement as I neared climax. Just enough that my breath shallowed, and my throat let out a soft whimper.
And then he pulled away. I searched for him, my eyes flying open as I demanded to know why he kept me from that sweet release.
“Not, yet, Rose. I intend to bring you to the edge and pull back. Over and over again. I want you to come, and I want it to be amazing when you do. Do you understand?” he asked as he kissed his way back up my body, making a trail from the base of my stomach up to my breasts and then my collar bone and neck.
Then he kissed me, full on the mouth, the taste of myself still on his lips. It was musky and sweet and shocking. I don’t think I’d ever experienced it before.
“Wyatt,” I said again, this time, my tone lower, my want evident. “Please, I don’t think I can take it,” I said.
“You are going to have to try,” he responded. He was serious. This time his hand slid along my thigh until he found the inside of it and it ghosted over my hot, wet core. Fuck. He felt so good, his large fingers sliding along my slit. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all.
He was making me crazy.
“You are going to enjoy each and every second of it, and when you are done, you are going to consider this the best night of your life. I intend to make love to you over and over again, Rose. Because I love you. I love you.”
The words shouldn’t have shocked me, but they did. They rocked me to my very core. He loved me. And he was admitting it. I wasn’t ready to hear them.
But I knew in the pit of my stomach that I felt the same way. I loved him too. Just as much, if not more. I loved him with every aspect of my being. That was my truth.
“I love you, Wyatt.” The words came out in the smallest audible whisper, but they were out there. They were spoken, and they couldn’t be taken back. Nothing would change them. Nothing would alter the truth of them either. I loved him.
I always would.
Two of his fingers entered me as he kissed me, moving in and out of me with the precision of an expert as he endeavored to finish what he’d started. His goal was to take me to the edge over and over again, and I had to admit, he was already well on his way.
Damn, it felt good. I writhed under him gripping him hard. I didn’t want to let go of him or this moment. I felt that way a lot when it came to Wyatt, and now I knew why. Because he was everything I’d ever wanted.
Because he was who I was meant to be with. He was my soul mate.
He was my soul.
Bliss was imminent when he pulled out of me, that wicked smile returning to his face. Damn him! He was such an asshole. A beautiful, wonderful, cocky, jerk. And I was totally in love with him.
“Please,” I moaned as I looked into his eyes. This was getting to be too much. Too hard. He was making me crazy.