Chapter 19
Taylor
Our bodies nestled in the sea of blankets, craving a closeness that surpassed the kind we already shared, pressed against each other. If I could, I would’ve shaken off my skin and crawled into Wyatt’s.
Hands tentatively explored the planes of each other, tracing lines of affection and desire on whatever bare skin we could find. Wyatt broke the kiss, breathless, flames flickering in her eyes as the light cast an enchanting glow on her face.
I reached up and caressed her cheek. “I’ve wanted you from the moment my vision unblurred, and these big green eyes gazed at me from behind that couch.”
“I know.” She gave a knowing smile. “You kind of made that clear in the way you flirted with me from the moment your vision unblurred.”
A low laugh rippled through me and I pulled her in for another brief, passionate kiss.
“I know I’ve talked about the women I’ve been with,” I said, holding her face in both my hands. “About how I was looking for something I didn’t think I’d ever find… Wyatt-”
“Don’t.” She pressed her finger to my lips, an almost desperate urgency in her eyes.
But I did. I had to, with the way I was feeling.
“I’ve never felt a connection like this before.” My words fell out, brushing against her finger. “It’s like whatever this is has a life of its own, and I’m just along for the ride. There’s nothing wrong with that, is there? Why shouldn’t I say it?”
“Because I feel it too,” she said, looking less happy about it than I would’ve expected. In fact, she seemed uneasy. “I feel this thing, and it scares me a little. It… I just-”
I pulled her toward me—her face to mine—and our lips met in a tender, reassuring kiss. One that spoke of wordless promises and certainties in a world where there were none. Our worlds had been painfully short of that kind of thing, and we clung to what we had discovered in each other.
Something had been ignited in the space between her heart and mine, and I wanted to explore its depths with everything I had.
That need spilled over, setting every one of my nerve endings alight. Skin on fire, I moved to settle on top of Wyatt, her body opening for me without having to ask.
“Warm enough?” I whispered into her ear, then tugged her lobe tantalizingly between my teeth.
She shuddered with a soft moan, then pushed me back so she’d have room to undress.
I rocked back onto my knees, doing the same as I hurriedly tore my clothes from my body.
Maybe a fraction of a second is what it took, and I lowered myself on top of her again.
This time when we came together, skin on skin, both of us let out a satisfied sigh, sinking into each other.
I slid my hand between her legs and couldn’t stop the gasp that came out of me.
I wasn’t expecting it. Despite the sustained control Wyatt was showing me, her body wasn’t having the same success.
The wetness at her core—warm and slick—coated my fingers, and she moaned into my mouth when I slowly started to stroke the swollen evidence of just how much she wanted me.
Desperate fingers clutched my hair, and a ragged trembling shook through her entire body.
So sure and steady before, now barely holding on.
Another thing I wasn’t expecting. The power Wyatt had over me…
It turned out I had some power, too. To make her succumb, whether she wanted to or not.
To completely ruin her in the most primal way.
I didn’t stop my ministrations, and I didn’t let go of her mouth, even though my biological need for air started pressing down on me. But what I wanted was more necessary than mere survival. I didn’t want to breathe and live if it meant I had to stop kissing this woman.
“Taylor…” It came out in a shaky breath as I lifted my face just enough to get that most vital gulp of life-giving breath.
I shifted again, then took her hands and pinned them above her head, holding onto her wrists with my hand.
My other… well, that was still heavily engaged with her core.
Wyatt’s eyes found mine, and my first instinct was to look away.
They blazed intensely, like some holy orbs that shouldn’t be looked upon directly.
But I couldn’t look away from her. Not then.
Because I instantly saw that whatever self-control she’d been calling on was all used up.
Desire raged within them like a black storm, and I didn’t stand a chance.
I didn’t want to stand any chance when it came to her.
I wanted her to destroy me. The throbbing between my thighs was begging for it. Begging for her to finish me. Take me out. But first…
“I want to know what you feel like… coming around me.” I trailed open-mouthed kisses up her slender neck and along her jaw.
Then, with an unrestrained hunger that could only be stilled by one thing, I slid a finger inside her.
Wyatt’s walls clenched around me, pulsing, pushing me closer to my own demise.
I groaned, sucking her bottom lip between my teeth as I moved to kiss her again, gradually building up a steady rhythm with my finger.
Her body quivered beneath me, light beads of sweat forming on her brow, her lip, her breasts.
And, oh, God, her breasts…
I slipped out of her, relishing the disappointed whimper that fluttered out of her mouth. But I was nothing if not a generous lover, and I was determined to make up for my shift in gears.
With diligent care, I made my way down her body, leaving a trail of wet, lazy kisses.
Down to the place I knew she wanted to be kissed the most. Where I wanted to kiss her the most. Circling, wandering lines took in every inch of Wyatt’s milky skin.
Sometimes I would stop to spend some time in the places I liked best. I loved the way her breathing changed when I took her stiff nipple into my mouth.
Or when I touched her in general. The way soft moans mixed in with her shallow, irregular breathing, making me want to give her more.
Here and there, I got distracted along the way—the beauty spot on her collarbone, the one beside her belly button, the freckle on her inner thigh…
I used my mouth to claim them all. Mine.
Committed them all to memory. Wyatt’s body in the dim orange glow of dancing flames.
Wyatt’s body opening itself up for me to take whatever I wanted. Wyatt’s body. Wyatt.
“Taylor, please,” she pleaded, her voice thick with arousal. “I want you inside me.”
I lifted my head, and her eyes smoldered right through me, rendering me absolutely defenseless. The yield was instant. I was done for.
I grabbed hold of her face and kissed her hard, swallowing the long moan it drew out of her. I used it to stoke the fire burning up inside me. The one that threatened to consume me if I wasn’t careful.
But I didn’t want to be careful. I was willing to turn to ash if it meant that she would be the last thing on my lips. That her private ecstasy would be my final opus.
Two fingers. I thrust into her dripping core with ease, eliciting an impassioned whine as Wyatt rocked her hips. My own arousal grew with an aching pulse between my legs, seeking its release, urging me to find it for both of us.
I straddled her thigh, positioning my leg tightly behind my hand so that every time I moved my hips, it pushed me deeper inside.
Wyatt threw back her head, exposing her luscious neck that was impossible to resist. I buried my face just there, kissing and nipping while grinding my swollen clit against her.
“You feel so good.” I sucked her tender flesh between my teeth, then ran my hot tongue over the sensitive area. “I can’t get enough of you.”
“I don’t want you to.” Everything in her voice confirmed Wyatt’s need. It cut straight into my bones.
There was no defense against it. Not with her.
Because I needed her too. Which was why I didn’t stop her when Wyatt reached down and grabbed my ass, her fingers inching closer to take me from behind.
She found my clit, her strokes matching the urgency she felt herself.
Then, finding a synchronistic harmony, my fingers fell into the same rhythm, thrusting into her, beckoning her to unravel along with me.
Her touch was magic, lighting a fire in my blood that blazed as it surged through me, turning me into a hot, melting mess.
I could barely focus on what I was doing with the way she teased me.
With the desperate way her mouth grabbed at me.
There was a ravenous hunger that drove her, and it pushed me to the edge to know that I was the only one who could satisfy it. The only one…
The twisted knot of desire in my core swelled, tightening to a peak before slowly, surely, coming undone.
I increased my pace, moving my thumb to circle her clit.
The added sensation sent Wyatt into a writhing moan of pleasure that teased the painful throbbing between my legs.
I curled my fingers in a come hither motion, and watched her tremble through the wave of pleasure, her walls clenching around me.
I wanted to feel her come. More than I wanted my own release.
And when she did—clenching around my fingers, her walls pulsing maddeningly—it sent me crashing over the edge along with her.