Chapter 43 #2
“No, sweetie, we don’t want you to suffer another broken heart.
” A glimpse of her dad’s tender side had shown up.
“I like him.” It was like he was complimenting a chef at a restaurant the way he’d spoken so casually, though.
“And he’s a Navy man, so there’s that. Plus, he’s agreed to move down here so he doesn’t interfere with Natasha’s job, or take her away from us. ”
“Dad.” She stood from her chair, but her anger dialed down at the realization of what her Dad confessed. Was Wyatt really planning on moving to Virginia? They hadn’t talked about that during the hours they’d spent on the phone each night since he’d been back from South America.
“I wasn’t so sure about the whole nobility thing, at first, but—”
“Wait,” her mom interjected. “What?” She looked back and forth between her husband and Natasha.
“He’s a lord.” Her dad waved a dismissive hand in the air. “But also one of the best snipers on the planet, and since he’s saved our baby girl more than once now, looks like I can trust him to keep her safe.”
Her mom blinked in astonishment and polished off the rest of her chardonnay.
The “saving our baby girl” comment probably inducing her reaction.
She liked to pretend Natasha really was a telecommunications specialist instead of a CIA officer.
It helped her sleep at night to ignore the reality of Natasha’s dangerous line of work.
There was a bit more back-and-forth with her parents before Gray and Jack exited the office. They’d taken longer than her father.
“Wyatt, you okay?” she asked when he started her way, jacket resting over his arm.
“Better than ever,” he said, his tone rich and deep.
So damn sexy, aren’t you? Cocky, too.
“Well, I’m Marion Chandler, Natasha’s mother, and it’s so very nice to meet you.” Her mom offered Wyatt her hand. “Would you like to stay for dinner? We were just getting started.”
Wyatt looked to Natasha for permission. “I’d love for you to stay.” She reached for his hand, damn curious about what else her overbearing protectors had asked Wyatt. “You sure you’re okay?” she whispered before they went into the dining room.
He released her hand, slipped it to the small of her back, and brought his mouth to her ear. “I will be as soon as we’re alone.”
“Show me.” Wyatt had his back to her closed bedroom door. Shoes and socks off, but the rest of him fully clothed. “Show me exactly what you were doing to yourself when we talked on the phone last night.” The deep timbre of his voice reached right between her thighs as if it’d been his hand instead.
Natasha peeled off her jeans and kicked them free of her ankles, then sat with her back to the headboard and removed her Texas A&M sweatshirt.
“Is that all you had on when you were touching yourself last night? Driving me wild with all those little whimpering sounds you made over the phone?” Desire thickened his sexy accent.
Her nipples pressed against the ribbed gray tank top she had on, no bra beneath.
And she knew it probably drove Wyatt nuts now knowing she’d been braless at the dinner table beneath her sweatshirt with Jack present.
In all fairness, bras sucked, and the cotton material of her alma mater sweatshirt was thick enough to hide her nipples.
“Yes,” she practically breathed out, squirming a touch with Wyatt’s eyes pinned on her body, the need and want for him having built over the last two hours while she impatiently waited for her family to leave.
All of Wyatt’s touching her beneath the table had robbed her of speech as thoughts of what they’d do together once they were alone had filled her head.
“Just the tank top and panties?” he asked as if needing more confirmation from her, or maybe wanting her to say the words.
“I was only in a tank top while I touched myself.”
He took one step from the door, removed his long-sleeved white shirt, and tossed it, allowing her to take in the sight of his hard chest, the ink on his arm, the wall of abdominal muscles flexing as desire pulsed between them.
“No panties, then?” His heated gaze was like a command she so desperately wanted to follow, and she shimmied her hips, removing the pink silk material.
“Spread your legs.” There was a growl-like sound that left his mouth as she followed his order, eager and anxious to have him fill her, to plunge deep inside now that they were alone and she was free to scream out his name.
“And what were you doing when we were on the phone last night?” She slid her finger along the seam of her wet sex, drawing his eyes, and she tipped her head back to rest against the black leather headboard.
He worked at his jeans. Painfully slow movements as if he were enjoying watching her squirm with excitement and need.
Once he was free of both jeans and boxers, he wrapped a hand around his shaft and slid his palm from root to tip.
She nearly drew blood from her lip as she watched his large hand work up and down.
“How much longer are you going to make me wait?” She squeezed her legs together around her hand, worried she’d get off before he ever even climbed into bed with her.
“I just want to watch a little bit more. Payback for all that moaning you’ve been doing on the phone that had me losing my bloody mind waiting for this moment.” Still gripping his length, he strode closer to the bed.
He finally joined her, his feet on the floor, and she took that as her cue to take charge.
She discarded her top, snatched a foil wrapper, and tore it open. They’d already had three nights of foreplay over the phone.
Wyatt rolled the rubber over his hard-on. “Ride my cock,” he rasped in a throaty voice.
Her thighs tensed, and her shoulders trembled at his words. He secured his hands around her hips, and his fingertips bit into the flesh of her ass cheeks.
Moving onto her knees alongside him on the bed, she then repositioned herself so her legs were wrapped right around his body.
His lips met hers in a crushing and hot kiss as she lowered down onto him, and he groaned at the contact as she took him inch by inch.
A mewl left her mouth as he bottomed out inside of her. She clenched the walls of her sex and shifted up before slamming back down again.
Her heartbeat, her breathing, her movements were perfectly in sync with his as they made love.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” she cried out while grinding against him.
“Me, too, Sunshine.”
Sunshine, she could get used to that.
Her fingertips buried into his shoulders while she lifted herself up and slammed back down over and over again.
“You feel so good,” he said between kisses. “I missed this. I missed you.”
She linked her ankles around his back so they were as tight together as humanly possible, and she rubbed and moved, hitting her sensitive spot, creating more friction and heat. Then she arched her back and gave in to her orgasm, unable to hold back.
He released seconds later, kissing her as his climax crashed through him. “God, that was incredible. You’re incredible.” He brought his forehead to hers, his hands supporting her back to maintain their position. “Let’s do that again when I catch my breath.”
“Yes, please.” She slowly disconnected their bodies, and he discarded his condom in the en suite while she put on her pink silk robe.
He grabbed a pair of gray sweats he’d brought with him and slipped them on before they headed into the kitchen for wine.
“You still haven’t told me what they said to you,” she said as he poured two glasses of white.
“How could I?” He smirked. “The moment they left, you basically attacked me.”
True. The second she locked her front door, she’d hopped into his arms and had her mouth on his. “And you loved every minute.”
“Damn right.”
“So?” She took the glass he extended and perched a hip against the island counter. “What’d they say?”
“It was nothing I couldn’t handle. I think Jack was the most protective of you, surprisingly.”
“Probably because he’s been protecting me, literally, for years while I’ve been with the Agency.
He’s a family friend, too, so his need to watch out for me has spilled over into my personal life.
I’m not sure he’d even know how to stop.
” He stepped in front of her, and she placed a palm on his smooth chest. “He means well.”
“I expected the inquisition, I just didn’t expect it tonight.” He lifted his glass between them for a sip of the wine. “But I’m glad I got a chance to meet your whole family. To be honest, I’d been nervous.”
“And now?”
“I feel better,” he admitted, and based on how well dinner had gone, she had assumed everything was good, but she wanted to hear it from him.
“Dad mentioned you might move here.”
“I was thinking about it. Aside from Colorado, which is more of a vacation home, I don’t really have a permanent address.
” He set his wineglass aside, and she did the same.
“What do you think?” His hands went to her hips, and he pulled her closer to him, his back now flush to the island. “Do you want to give us a chance?”
“Was that ever even a question?” she challenged, her voice light, her body relaxed from the orgasm.
“I just like to hear you say it.” He smiled. “But just so you know, I asked your dad and brother for permission to marry you. You know, for when the time is right.”
She blinked in surprise. “What?”
“I have no idea when we’ll all be together again, and I’m a guy who likes to be prepared. I will ask you to marry me at some point, and I’d like to do it right. Have their blessing first, which I managed to get.”
Her chest tightened, tears threatening. “I don’t know what to say.” She took a deep breath and let it go, hoping to slow her pulse. “Does that mean you’ve moved past the whole, you’re-only-good-at-shooting-and-sex thing?”
“Oh, I’ll still be doing a lot of shooting. Even more sex, but I can’t imagine doing anything if you’re not in my life.”
“So, you’ve learned you’re capable of love?”