20. Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty
ANGIE
I stepped up to the counter and gave the older lady my order. I figured ordering the same three kinds of pizza Wyatt had ordered that first night we ate together would be safe.
The woman behind the counter smiled at me as she tilted her head. “I think Blanche was right.”
“What?” My brow pulled together at the odd response.
“She was convinced she’d found the perfect woman for Wyatt.” The lady chuckled. “And between the picture of you two at dinner, talk of Wyatt bouncing around the hotel like he’s on cloud nine, and then him calling a little bit ago asking me to put whatever you order on his tab, I would say I have to agree.”
I shook my head but couldn’t stop the smile. How much pizza did he think I was planning to order?
“He also said you’d love our bruschetta and oversized cookies.”
I glanced at the display case that housed the desserts. The large chocolate chunk cookies did look amazing, but so did the chocolate fudge walnut ones.
Was Wyatt intent on making my thighs even larger than they were? I sighed. “Okay. Add the bruschetta and…” I studied the cookie selection again. “One of the chocolate chunk cookies, please.”
The lady’s brows furrowed like I’d confused her, but she nodded and stepped away. Five minutes later, my phone chimed, and I glanced down at it, swiping open the text from Wyatt.
Wyatt: Fuck, you’re so beautiful it hurts.
I stared at it for a minute before sensing someone step up behind me and spinning around to see him standing there, close enough I had to tilt my head back to look up at him.
“What are you?—”
Before I could finish my question, he reached out and latched a strong, warm hand to my hip, pulling me closer.
He leaned down, his breath skating along my ear. “I missed you.”
A shiver shot through me, and I leaned back, our lips inches apart. He searched my face before erasing the space, his lips brushing gently against mine. I could tell he was holding back as his fingers tightened on my waist and his lips continued to move against mine.
A throat clearing had him pulling back with a smirk. In my lust induced haze, it didn’t register who’d cleared their throat or why until Wyatt stepped around me to grab the food.
“Thank you.” Wyatt shot her a wink. “One of each?”
She nodded. “Of course.”
“You’re the best.” He turned with way too much food in his hands, and I fell in step beside him as we headed for the door.
My curiosity got the best of me before we reached the door. “What did you mean by one of each?”
“Their cookies. I asked her to give us one of each.”
“Wyatt.” His name came out in a huff.
He pushed the door open with his back, holding it open as he raised a brow. “What? Do you not like cookies or something?”
“Of course I like cookies.” Now I sounded exasperated. How was that even a legitimate question? “It’s obvious by the size of my thighs that I like cookies.”
His expression turned hard. “Good. I fucking love your thighs. So if eating cookies will guarantee they keep my head locked between your legs, I’ll make sure to feed you cookies every day.”
I rolled my eyes. “It might guarantee I suffocate you next time.”
He chuckled darkly. “That isn’t the threat you think it is.”
“God, you’re impossible.”
He stopped a few feet before we reached the car, and I turned to look at him.
“How about a compromise?”
I raised a skeptical brow. From the playfulness in his voice, I had a feeling he didn’t really have a true compromise.
“We’ll eat pizza and cookies until you’re utterly satisfied, then you can ride my face again until you’re breathless and spent.”
Heat skirted up my neck into my face as my core throbbed from his words. I wanted to do that again, but I also wanted so much more. I wanted to feel him inside of me so much I’d spent almost all day thinking of what it would be like.
“Can I ride your cock too? That might be even more of a workout.”
His eyes widened for a heartbeat before they turned almost completely dark. He was speechless, and I took the moment to fuel my confidence as I stepped closer to him, crowding his space this time.
“I think that’s a better compromise, don’t you think?” I batted my eyelashes and placed my hand on his biceps, feeling the muscles twitch under my touch.
I loved that I could affect him like he did me.
Turning away from him, I walked to the car and climbed into the backseat. Once he was seated next to me and Paul had pulled away from the curb, Wyatt’s free hand found my thigh, positioning so close to the top his pinky was almost touching the spot that needed his touch the most.
He leaned over and brought his mouth close to my ear. Every time he did that, his warm breath sent the best sensations shooting through my body.
“Angie, I need you to be sure.” He pulled back just enough so he could look into my eyes. “I want us both to know without a doubt that you’re mine.” His lips lifted into that cocky, sexy smile of his.
I studied his face and searched for the right words. Words that would make him believe I trusted him. Trusted us, and this crazy thing between us. I didn’t want to wait any longer to be with him.
And while I couldn’t find the right words, I hoped my actions spoke loud enough as I leaned forward and brought my lips to his. His free arm left my thigh and wrapped around my shoulders, bringing me closer as he devoured my mouth.
Breathless and turned on, I didn’t even care about food by the time we pulled up to the hotel. It was obvious the only thing I wanted was him.