Chapter 16 Kinley
Elsa and Emily left at around ten o’clock, and I wasn’t sleepy at all. I couldn’t stop thinking about Wyatt and his brothers.
Opening my laptop, I intended to work a bit.
Five minutes in, I realized I couldn’t focus for shit.
So instead, I grabbed my Kindle, what was left of the wine, and went to my favorite armchair, looking out the window.
I glanced at my phone a few times, and then the devil on my shoulder won. I texted Wyatt.
Kinley: My sister and niece are gone. Any tips for how I could prepare for Monday?
I didn’t expect him to reply tonight at all, but he surprised me by calling.
I smiled as I answered. “Wow, the reply requires a call?”
He laughed. “I just figured it would be easier. Listen, don’t overthink it. I only intend to introduce you, and then we can chat a bit about the plans we have for the winery.”
“All right. By the way, the sauvignon blanc you brought is divine. I need to order some.”
“No, you don’t. Whenever you want something, just let me know.”
“Is that a benefit for all employees?” I licked my lips. Why did I put him on the spot?
“Yes, it is. In fact, I actually have a whole pack of six more bottles in my trunk. But it’s a mix, not just sauvignon. I can drop it by your place tonight if you want.”
I blinked. “You just drive around with wine?”
Why wasn’t I shutting this down?
He chuckled. “I stocked up tonight when I grabbed your bottle. I don’t know why I didn’t think about leaving more with you.”
“Well, I won’t say no to more wine.”
“All right. I’m still at my brother’s, but I’ll text you when I’m leaving. If you’re not asleep, then I’ll drop by your house.”
“What? No, it’s not necessary. You don’t have to rush.”
“I’m not rushing. If you’re already asleep when I text you, then we’ll do this another time.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “Enjoy your time with your brother.”
“Sure.”
It felt a bit strange that one of his brothers had been there to witness this conversation. What would he think? It didn’t really matter, though. Why did I agree to him stopping by? Well, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe I’d be deeply asleep when he texted.
Only I wasn’t sleepy at all. I was way too cozy with my wine and Kindle, engrossed in a psychological thriller.
I’d been into them lately and was reading my way through the top 100 bestsellers on .
So when the screen on my phone lit up at eleven o’clock with a text from Wyatt, I was still wide awake and sat up straight in my armchair. The tips of my fingers were buzzing.
Wyatt: I can be at your place in half an hour, maybe even less. Zero traffic now.
Holy shit, he’s really coming by.
I hesitated for a split second. I could just pretend to be asleep. That would be for the best. But did I do that? Absolutely not. I texted him right away.
Kinley: I’m up, waiting for you.
Wyatt: Perfect.
He shared his location with me again. According to the map, he would only need twenty minutes.
I realized I didn’t shower when I got home and jumped up from the armchair.
Why did I feel like it was a good idea to take a shower right now?
I had no idea, but I went ahead and did it, feeling much better after I stepped out.
I glanced at my phone—two minutes until Wyatt arrived.
That gave me just enough time to use the hair dryer.
No time for makeup, but that was quite fine.
It was eleven thirty at night, and he was just dropping off wine. I didn’t need to be wearing makeup.
I was weirdly nervous. I sucked in a deep breath when I heard a knock at the door, then rushed to open it.
“Wine delivery at your service,” Wyatt said in a teasing tone. “Where should I put it?”
“In the kitchen.”
“Might be too warm there.”
“I know, but I don’t have a cellar, so I’ll have to think of something.”
“All right.”
We walked side by side to the kitchen, and he put the box on the counter.
“How was your evening?”
“Fantastic. I watched a rom-com with my girls. Got a lot of snuggles, and then I read a creepy-ass book in my favorite armchair. I call it a win.”
“I see. So, having dinner with me wasn’t a contributing factor at all?”
He was hell-bent on pushing the limits, huh? There was no reason for him to linger, and yet he wasn’t leaving. And I didn’t want him to.
“How about we try another of these wines?” I asked. “Maybe something I didn’t have at the vineyard.”
“Chardonnay?”
I wrinkled my nose. “It’s not my favorite, but what the hell, let’s try it.”
He took a bottle out of the box but didn’t open it. Instead, he cleared his throat.
“Maybe it’s best if we open it another time,” Wyatt suggested.
“Why?” I glanced up at him, and holy shit. There was no mistaking the heat in his eyes, or the intensity.
“I don’t want anything to cloud my judgment about doing something I shouldn’t.”
“Like what?” Why was I provoking him? I knew exactly what he meant, and yet I couldn’t wait to hear his reply.
He said nothing, though. Instead, he kissed me.
My guard was completely down. I didn’t know if it was because he’d been so supportive with me or so heart-melting with Emily, but I couldn’t resist him anymore. Our kiss became even hotter, and I moved when he gripped my ass with both hands, pressing me against him.
He was completely hard. I instantly drenched my panties.
Tonight, I was going to give in to this man.
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Wyatt
What the hell am I doing? I came here with the intention of leaving right after dropping off the wine. But now, it was impossible. I couldn’t let go. I kissed down her cheek and then her neck. She smelled amazing. I drew my mouth back up her neck to her earlobe, tugging at it.
“Kinley, I want you,” I murmured in her ear.
“I want you too,” she whispered back.
I pulled her even harder against my cock, and she moaned again. I fucking loved that sound.
Her hands were moving up and down my arms. Then she slid one between us, going down my chest to my abs. I smiled against her mouth.
“I’ve been wanting to do this all week,” she confessed. “Especially after our paddleboarding session.”
“I figured from the way you looked at me.”
She gasped. “What? But I thought I was so subtle.”
“You weren’t.”
I pulled her lower lip into my mouth before kissing her again. I couldn’t stop. She was so fucking delicious. I wanted her strapless dress out of the way so I could touch her. I pushed it down, past her breasts.
“Fuck,” I exclaimed. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I hadn’t noticed before because her hair was covering her nipples.
As I pushed the dress down further, Kinley pulled back.
“Wyatt, the other way around. Up.” Her breathing was already labored, and I loved having that effect on her.
I changed course right away and pulled her dress over her head, throwing it to the side. She wasn’t wearing panties either.
“Fuck, Kinley, you want to kill me?”
“No,” she whispered. “I just had a shower and didn’t bother—”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence because I claimed her mouth and palmed her breast, moving in a circling motion over her nipple until it was fucking hard.
Hell yes. I wanted her completely on edge.
She was tugging at my clothes, too, peeling them away one by one, first my shirt, then my belt.
“You look amazing,” I told her, and though she laughed, I detected a hint of nervousness.
“I have quite the hips and ass.”
“Your curves are fucking perfect.” I slapped her ass for good measure, And she moaned. “Your body is magnificent. Every part of it.”
I’d purposely avoided her pussy until now, but I couldn’t any longer. I lowered one hand between her legs and groaned. I hadn’t expected her to be this soaking wet.
“Fuck, Kinley.”
“Yes, that’s what I want, to be fucked. Yes, please, please.”
I circled her clit and nearly lost it. Damn, she was on edge even more than I thought.
I looked around for a place where I could have her just the way I wanted to. An armchair caught my eye. I stepped away from her and took her hand, pulling her after me.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
I sat down in the armchair and said, “Climb on my lap, legs apart. I want my mouth on your nipples while I bury my fingers in your pussy.”
She straddled me just the way I wanted.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Her position was perfect. I could take a nipple in my mouth while fingering her.
I focused on the one I’d neglected so far and lightly feathered my fingertips over her pussy.
Her entire body erupted in goose bumps. She needed more there, so I had her lift up a bit and brushed her clit too.
The light touch seemed enough to make her thighs shake. She was so fucking sexy.
I didn’t want to tease her any longer—she needed an orgasm, and I wanted to give it to her. I felt it in the way she curved her body against me. Watching her squirm about was amazing.
“Wyatt!” Her muscles clenched around my fingers so tightly that I could barely move. I strummed her clit with my thumb, and she pushed her chest forward, clearly not in control of her body anymore.
I was fucking proud that I was already making her lose control. I was relentless in my pursuit. The goal was to make her come hard. I moved my fingers inside her with lazy strokes; I wanted to draw out her orgasm like this so it would be even more powerful. With my free hand, I fondled her ass.
“Wyatt, please,” she whispered.
“Patience, Kinley. You’ll get your orgasm, I promise you that. But on my terms.”
Her breath quickened, and her moans became louder. I loved hearing her.
I stopped kissing her breasts because she was moving too frantically; I didn’t want to accidentally hurt her. Instead, I drew my tongue down her sternum and curled my fingers inside her. She exploded instantly.
I pushed my fingers in and out until I felt her muscles relax and her body turned soft. Kinley leaned her forehead in the crook of my neck and put both hands on my shoulders, but I hadn’t had enough of this woman. Not yet.