Chapter 14 #3
And then he was kissing her belly through her nightgown, moving lower, pushing her nightgown higher to smooth his hands over her thighs, marveling at the softness of such delicate skin.
He could smell her arousal, feel it building in the slight quivering of her body, hear it in the raggedness of her indrawn breath and deep sigh.
He pushed her nightgown up to her waist to expose her most vulnerable parts, the springy reddish blond hair at the juncture of her thighs calling to him, then settled himself between her legs.
She tried to close her legs, her velvety skin pressing against his ears. “No, don’t hide yourself from me. You’re beautiful. Even here.”
Sheridan squelched the scream that built in her throat, but she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her as Wyatt gently spread her nether lips and licked her.
And kept licking her, his tongue tracing over the delicate nub she had never known existed.
Heat, white hot, consumed her, making it difficult to think, even as her hips rose closer to his mouth.
Her hands clasped his head, keeping him in place, and all she knew at this moment was that she didn’t want him to stop, didn’t want these exquisite feelings to end, as his tongue and mouth pushed her toward something unknown, something just out of reach, something earth-shattering.
And then it started, whatever that unbearable feeling of lightness was. She couldn’t speak, could barely draw a breath as she came undone, her body pulsing around the fingers he had inserted into her. She heard him chuckle, but it seemed like it came from far away.
He moved, crawling up her body, kissing and licking at her overly sensitive skin, then settled himself between her thighs, his manhood poised at the opening to her body, even as his mouth joined to hers.
She tasted herself on his lips. She should have been embarrassed, not only by what he’d done to her, but by how she reacted, and yet, she didn’t care.
It didn’t hurt. Not like she’d always heard it would. Instead, that raging cauldron of desire she didn’t quite understand, roared to life once more, as he entered her slowly, so slowly, letting her get accustomed to the width and girth of him, she thought she would die.
She felt empowered. Invincible. Valuable. Cherished. They’d been wrong. So wrong.
And then all thought ceased and she gave herself over to the blood rushing through her veins and the tightening of her belly as he picked up his pace.
Her legs wrapped around his hips even as they rose to meet him, pulling him in deeper, faster and faster, until nothing mattered but this moment and these feelings.
He groaned, his body moving in hers, and then he stilled, his muscles tightening as he pressed into her, deeper than she thought possible, and she felt the hotness of his seed spill into her as he brought her over the edge with him.
She was stunned. Beyond stunned. She was amazed. And now she understood. What the girls at the house had told her couldn’t possibly compare to the feelings still vibrating within her, nor the closeness she felt to Wyatt, and the gratitude for the gentleness he’d shown her.
He withdrew from her, then rose from the bed. He said nothing, but he did smile as he reached for the bowl and pitcher on the bureau. He poured water into the bowl then dipped a soft cloth into it and began to gently wash her, careful to make sure her nightgown didn’t get wet.
She should have been mortified he was touching her so intimately, but she wasn’t. The coolness of the water was soothing.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. The first time…can be painful.”
She shook her head. “You didn’t hurt me, Wyatt.” She reached out to touch his face, smoothing her fingers over his cheek and the whiskers growing there. “It…what we did…was wonderful.”
He laughed softly. “And it will only get better.”
Better? She wasn’t sure she believed him. How could what he’d made her feel possibly get better?
She watched him drop the cloth into the bowl of water on the bureau, then slip into bed beside her, sharing the same blanket, and pulled her close. Sheridan snuggled into the warmth of his body, boneless, weightless, that tickle in her belly gone. For the moment.
She let out a contented sigh and closed her eyes.
They flew open immediately, a new feeling raging through her.
What she felt at this moment was more than just contentment.
She was happy, despite what Odette and Estelle said to her.
Living here with Delilah and Royce and especially, Wyatt, had made her see what it was like to be in a loving family.
Am I in love with him?
The question shocked her. How would she know? She’d never been in love before, never knew what it felt like. Still, the answer came as fast as the question. She was in love…with him, with his folks, with life.
It was all exciting, this new feeling rippling through her, but as quickly as the realization came to her, she tamped it down, not knowing if he felt the same.
Surely, he must feel something for her. He’d just shown her in the gentlest way, but was it love?