26. Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Six

ANGIE

I threw a pair of Spanx into the open suitcase that sat on the bed. Wyatt immediately picked them up and threw them behind the bed. Sometimes sharing the same space with him was exhausting, although most of the time it was perfect. Right now, though, it was exhausting. Not only was he not packed, but he kept thwarting my attempts to pack.

“Wyatt.” I slammed my hands onto my hips and narrowed my eyes at him. “I cannot wear a bridesmaid gown without Spanx.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Who says? Did Sarah demand that?”

My brother’s fiancée was so far from the demanding type it wasn’t even funny. But that wasn’t the point.

“No. But?—”

“You didn’t wear them with the red gown for the gala two weeks ago.”

“Only because you demanded I wear nothing underneath,” I scoffed. “And then pouted when I tried to argue.”

He smirked. “From what I can remember, that worked out to your benefit.”

“That’s not the point.”

My cheeks heated as I thought about what we did in a housekeeping closet of that hotel. It was also the turning point for our relationship in the media. Multiple pictures were posted of us in a verypositivelight, and most of the comments agreed we were adorable and very much in love.

“I think it is.” He climbed off the bed and crowded my space, slowly backing me up against the wall. “Covering this pussy”—his hand trailed under his dress shirt I was wearing and slid between my legs—“means no orgasms for you.”

I let my head fall back against the wall as he teased me with his fingers. This was exactly how he’d gotten his way when he wanted me to live here with him instead of the apartment I had rented. Reminding me what living here with him would mean. And of course, he was more than willing to pay whatever it cost to get me out of the rental. Not that I put up much of an argument. I didn’t want to be anywhere but here with him.

He stepped back and smirked at me, and my chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.

“I’m taking my Spanx.” I narrowed my eyes at him again. He wasn’t winning this one.

He shrugged. “Fine. But I guarantee I’ll have you taking them off before the end of the night.”

“As long as it’s after pictures and the ceremony.” I moved toward him and placed my hand on his chest, pushing him back until he was seated on the bed. “Then you can do whatever you’d like to me.”

“Whatever I’d like?” He gripped my hips and guided me to straddle his lap. His thick cock jumped in his sweatpants, and I rubbed myself against it.

“Mm-hmm.” Now I didn’t even care if we weren’t packed yet. Although I should, because it was almost midnight and our flight to North Carolina was early the next morning.

“I thought you said we needed to pack?” His fingers dug into my sides, stopping me from moving. “You said I wasn’t allowed to distract you until we were packed, remember?”

I pushed hard on his chest, and he fell back on the bed with a chuckle.

“I remember.” I rotated my hips, pulling a groan from him. “But you didn’t listen and stopped me from packing anyway. Twice now.”

“I should probably let you get back to it then.”

I matched his smirk with my own. “Yeah, maybe you should.”

His gaze darkened as I continued to move back and forth. Suddenly, he sat back up and threaded his fingers through my short locks, pulling my mouth to his. There was no more teasing. Just intense desire and desperation.

It never mattered if we’d just been together, we were always desperate for each other.He pulled back to look at me and I ran my hand through his dark hair. The look in his eyes mirrored my own.

“I love you,” I whispered.

A smile crossed his face. “Love you too, baby.”

He claimed my mouth once more and rolled us so he was on top. I could tell this was going to be different from the sex we’d had a few hours ago when we’d first come upstairs for the night. That was a different type of desperation as we’dhastilyshed our clothes and he bentme over the sofa, slamming into me from behind.

This was slower, more intimate, and all thoughts of packing were gone because this feeling was all-consuming.

Being with him was all-consuming.

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