Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Ivy
An hour later, we’ve finished breakfast, and I’m curled up in Wyatt’s bed, tucked securely against his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around me.
A movie plays on the massive TV in the room, but I’ve no idea what it’s about.
I’m too wrapped up in the feeling of being this close to him.
I remember wanting this in the den that night, wanting to stay in his arms, but I hadn’t been brave enough then.
It still feels unreal, like I’m living in someone else’s dream.
“You okay, baby?” Wyatt asks, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
My heart flutters when he calls me baby, and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. I lift my head from his chest, meeting his gaze.
“I’m good. You?”
His smile is slow and full of warmth. “I’m perfect.”
My eyes flick to his mouth, and the pull to kiss him again is almost too much. I know he’s waiting for me to set the pace, but unless I spell it out, I’m not sure how to ask for what I want without risking more than I’m ready for.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks, as if reading my mind.
I nod, my breath catching as he leans in, brushing his lips against mine. The kiss is slow at first, but it deepens quickly. His tongue teases my bottom lip, seeking more, and when I open for him, a soft moan escapes me.
He groans quietly, the sound vibrating through me as his hand slides to my waist, pulling me even closer.
It’s like he’s flicked a switch I didn’t know existed, and every part of me comes alive under his touch.
I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s not just the way he kisses me, but the way he makes me feel completely undone and entirely safe all at the same time.
And, God, I don’t ever want it to stop.
“I think I could kiss you forever, Ivy,” he murmurs against my lips, his voice laced with need.
His mouth trails along my jaw, then lower, brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck and sending a shiver down my spine.
I’m still wearing his jersey, and when his hand slides down to my thigh, his fingers leave a trail of fire in their wake.
Slowly, he slips beneath the fabric, his fingertips grazing over the edge of my panties.
My breath comes fast and unsteady. I was nervous about how far things might go, but with his hands on me, it feels even better than I ever dared imagine. And in that moment, caution gives way to longing. I want more. So much more.
“I should stop… before I lose control,” he says, pulling his lips from my neck.
“Don’t,” I whisper, heat rushing to my cheeks. “Don’t stop.”
He stills, his gaze locking on mine, searching for any hesitation. I can see the restraint in his eyes, like he’s holding himself back.
“Are you sure?” he asks. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for, Ivy.”
“I’m sure,” I say, my voice barely audible. “I don’t want to go all the way… not yet. But when you kiss me, it feels really good.”
His lips curve into a slow smile. “It feels good for me too, baby.”
His gaze drops to the oversized jersey I’m wearing, and something flickers in his eyes, something tender but intense.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, his voice low.
A flutter of nerves dances through my stomach, but I nod. “Yeah.”
He doesn’t rush. His eyes stay locked with mine as he eases me upright, then pulls the jersey over my head in one smooth motion. It hits the floor with a soft rustle, leaving me in nothing but a pair of white lace panties, the heat of his gaze washing over me.
“Jesus, Ivy…” His voice is thick, with desire. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I should feel exposed, maybe even nervous being like this in front of him, but I don’t. Not with the way he’s looking at me. There’s no doubt, no hesitation in his eyes, just raw need.
I reach for the hem of his shirt, my fingers brushing the warm skin of his stomach.
“I need to see you too,” I whisper, tugging his shirt up.
He lets me pull it over his head, and for a second, I just take him in. His broad chest, defined muscles, and the way his body tenses slightly under my touch. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not when he’s mine to touch.
My hand trails slowly up the line of his abs, in awe of the contrast between the strength of his body and the gentleness of his touch. His breath catches as I explore him, and that little sound makes heat pool low in my stomach.
“God, Ivy,” he says, cupping my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek as he leans in close. “You undo me.”
His words echo through me, like they’re bypassing every wall I’ve ever built around myself. He sees me, really sees me, and as terrifying as that is, a small part of me starts to believe that maybe I am enough.
He kisses me again, slower this time, then eases me back onto the pillows, his body moving with mine like he already knows what I need, even before I do. My legs fall open instinctively, and he fits perfectly between them, the heat of him making my skin feel like it’s on fire.
His lips brush along my jaw, then trail lower to the curve of my neck, drawing sounds from my lips that I didn’t even know I could make.
When he reaches my chest, his mouth closes over a nipple, his tongue making perfect circles, driving me crazy.
I gasp, my back arching as the sensation races through me.
Heat swirls low in my stomach, and I shift beneath him, my hips rolling up to meet his. The groan he lets out is raw, like he’s barely hanging on. He’s hard against me, and I press into him again, desperate for friction, for anything to dull the ache he’s ignited in every part of me.
“Ivy,” he groans, his voice husky. He’s on the edge, and it’s because of me. That realization is almost too much to believe.
He trails kisses down my stomach, each one unraveling me a little more.
My breath catches when he reaches the waistband of my panties, his lips ghosting over the lace, exactly where I need him most. My fingers find their way into his hair as I try to ground myself, but my heart’s racing and my body’s humming with anticipation.
“Oh my God,” I say, my voice barely audible as my hips lift slightly, seeking more. I can feel the heat of his breath on my clit, and I wish there was nothing between us.
He looks up at me, his eyes dark, and it’s as if he’s read my mind. I lift my hips in a silent permission, and he slides the lace down slowly, his fingers brushing along my legs like he’s teasing me.
His mouth finds my clit again, and all I can do is feel. My hands clutch the sheets, his name falling from my lips in a whisper. It’s intense, but in the most incredible way. I’ve never been touched like this. Never felt like someone wanted every part of me so badly.
“Wyatt…” I gasp, my voice trembling as everything inside me tightens as he watches me from between my legs.
Then he slips a finger inside me, and it pushes me over the edge, the release crashing over me like a wave, my legs trembling around his shoulders. Soft, breathless sounds escape me as I cling to the feeling. A feeling I never want to let go of.
He doesn’t stop, though, not right away. His mouth and hands continue to move, drawing every last drop of pleasure from me until I’m spent, my body limp and trembling.
He slowly kisses his way back up until his mouth finds mine again. The taste of myself on his lips sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I didn’t think I could feel more turned on, but somehow, I do.
When he finally breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, his breathing still uneven.
“Wow, Wyatt… that was... wow,” I mutter.
He chuckles, brushing his nose against mine. “I think watching you fall apart in my hands might be my new favorite thing.”
After a few seconds, he moves his weight off me and reaches over the edge of the bed for his jersey. He presses a soft kiss to my lips before slipping the fabric over my head.
Trying to act more confident than I feel, I gently push on his shoulder until he’s lying down.
I curl up beside him, dragging my fingers slowly over the planes of his chest. He sucks in a breath and turns his head toward me, catching my mouth with his.
The moment his tongue slides against mine, that familiar heat flares low in my stomach, and I can’t help the quiet moan that escapes.
My hand drifts toward the waistband of his sleep shorts, but he pulls back slightly, his hand covering mine.
“You don’t have to do anything, baby. You know that, right?”
I give a nervous smile. “I know. I just… I want to.”
He watches me closely, then cups my face, his thumb brushing across my cheek. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I take a breath. “I want it to be good for you.”
The words come out softly, laced with uncertainty. I bite down on my bottom lip, suddenly afraid I’ll fall short, that I won’t be enough for someone like him. Someone who’s been with women who know exactly what they’re doing.
Wyatt’s expression softens and he leans over, pressing a kiss on my lips before pulling back, his eyes finding mine.
“Hey,” he says. “You already make it good for me, Ivy. Touching you, holding you, hell, even just listening to you talk, it’s more than I’ve ever felt with anyone else.”
I stare at him, surprised by the sincerity in his voice.
“I mean it, Ivy,” he continues, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. “What we have, it isn’t just about sex. I’ve been with people who knew every move, but it never felt like this.”
I drop my gaze from his, overwhelmed by what he’s implying.
He uses his finger to lift my chin, waiting until my eyes find his. “You don’t have anything to prove to me, Ivy. You don’t have to do anything to make yourself more. I already want you exactly as you are.”
I let out a shaky breath and nod, feeling the tension in my chest ebbing away. I’ve carried this weight for so long, the fear that I’d never be enough, and somehow, with just a few words, he’s unraveling that fear like it was never real.
I brush a kiss onto his shoulder and drop my head there, breathing him in.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He presses a kiss on my head. “You don’t need to thank me for knowing how incredible you are.”
I let out a quiet laugh that’s tinged with disbelief. There’s no reason to doubt him. Everything he’s said, everything he’s done, the way he makes me feel, it’s all starting to sink in. And maybe I’m beginning to believe he means every word.
Feeling more confident, I lift my head from his shoulder and kiss him, sliding my tongue into his mouth. My hand finds the waistband of his sleep shorts, and without breaking the kiss, he lifts his hips, helping me ease them down.
I reach for him, wrapping my fingers around his length, and gasp into his mouth at the size of him. Pulling back just enough to look down, I stare at where my hand is wrapped around him.
“Jesus,” I say. “There’s no way that’s fitting inside me.”
Wyatt chuckles, brushing his lips over mine.
“It will, baby. I promise.”
He brings his hand over mine, guiding my movements until I find a rhythm. Then he lets go, his head tipping back as a low moan slips from his lips.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he groans. “That feels so good.”
I keep moving my hand over him, my breath catching when he reaches up and rolls one of my nipples between his fingers. A moan slips from my lips, the sensation sending sparks through me. His touch winds me tighter with each passing second, my strokes over him growing faster and less controlled.
He moves his hand from my nipple, sliding his fingers along my inner thigh until he finds my clit, making me gasp. I press a kiss to his neck, my breathing ragged as his touch sends shivers through me.
“You’re so wet for me, Ivy,” he says, his voice strained. “I’m close, baby. Can you come again for me?”
I nod, knowing I’m right there with him, every touch pulling me closer to the edge.
My heart’s pounding as I kiss him deeply, losing myself in the way his body connects with mine.
My orgasm is racing toward me, and as he pinches my clit, I fall over the edge, my whole body shaking.
My release seems to draw his out, his hips jolting as he groans, spilling into my hand.
“God, Ivy. That was incredible,” he says, his breathing ragged.
My cheeks flush with heat and I drop my head onto his chest, my hand still wrapped around him. We lie in silence for a few minutes, Wyatt holding me while we both catch our breath.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom.
After a steamy shower where Wyatt takes his time with me, leaving me breathless and wrung out all over again, I’m completely spent. All I want now is to curl up in his arms and drift off to sleep.
As Wyatt pulls me back into bed, wrapping his arms around me, I bury my face in his chest and close my eyes. With his heartbeat steady beneath my cheek, I realize I’ve never felt this wanted.
I never thought I’d get this. Him. Us.
And lying here now, in his arms, I realize I’ve never been this happy in my entire life.