Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
RACHEL
I’m not usually so forward. Maybe it’s the repressed yet aggressive way Wyatt’s kissing me.
Like he’s restraining himself, worried that if he unleashes on me, I might push him away.
There’s no chance that would happen. I want him as badly as he wants me, maybe even more.
I don’t want him to hold back. I want all of him.
All over me.
Something unfamiliar and downright desperate claws at my insides, and I give in to my urges, my fingers nimbly moving down the center of his shirt, undoing each button until it hangs open, our mouths fused, tongues tangling.
I skim my fingers over his flat stomach, and he sucks in a breath.
Power surges through me, realizing I did that to him, and I need to see what I’m touching.
Pulling away from his still-seeking lips, I look at him, my gaze roaming over his broad, firm chest. His chest is covered with a light sprinkling of hair, and I’m immediately fascinated by it, reaching out and drifting my fingers through it.
I’ve never been attracted to a hairy chest, and it’s not like he’s covered in fur, but God, he’s sexy.
Manly.
His mouth crashes down on mine, his hands firm on my hips before he slides them up, up. Curving around my waist, his hands are splayed as they continue traveling upward until he’s cupping my denim-encased breasts. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night in this dress,” he murmurs against my lips.
A throaty laugh escapes me, and it’s like I don’t even recognize myself. Who even am I? “Good. That’s the reaction I wanted.”
“Well, that’s what you got.” He shifts his hands, his long fingers tugging at the bodice of my dress, and with one good pull he has the top of my dress down, my breasts popping out. “I knew you weren’t wearing a bra.”
“I rarely wear one ever,” I admit, gasping when he brushes his thumb against one distended nipple.
“I know. Drives me out of my fucking mind.” Both thumbs are working my nipples now, doing slow circles, making them ache.
A breeze kicks up, washing over my exposed skin, and gooseflesh dots my chest. A shiver steals through me, and when he dips his head, his tongue circling around my nipple, I grab his head, holding him to me as his mouth works its magic.
This is better than the last time. Maybe because I know what I’m in for, and he’s not going to disappoint. Could be the fact that we have more room tonight. That we’re eventually going to make our way to the bed, versus doing it in the back seat of a car.
He lifts away from my chest, his mouth returning to mine in a hungry, crushing kiss, and I grip the back of his head, my fingers tangled in his soft hair as I slide my leg up alongside his.
He takes the hint, takes it even further than I thought he would, lifting me up in his arms as if I don’t weigh a thing and walking toward the sliding glass door, his mouth never leaving mine as he opens the screen door and enters his bedroom.
Next thing I know, he’s dropping me on the bed, following after me, his knees on either side of my hips, his chest pressed against mine. He kisses me, his mouth moving slowly, as if he’s savoring the sensation, the taste of me, and I can’t help it—I moan.
Wyatt is unlike any man I’ve ever been with. The ones I’ve been with in my past were mostly selfish, never seeming to be fully attuned to my needs. If I had an orgasm, lucky me. Otherwise, it was all about them.
This man? He wants to make it good for me, I can tell. He’s careful but not wimpy. Respectful but also knows when to take command.
Like right now, his busy hands are tugging on my dress, trying to get it off.
The moment it’s down around my knees, I shift away from him, and he lets me go so I can kick my dress off.
It lands on the floor with a plop, and he rears back, kneeling on the mattress as he takes me in, while I lie there in the nude thong and nothing else.
“Let me look at you for just a minute,” he murmurs, his hot gaze roving over me, lingering on my breasts. My barely covered pussy. My skin flushes the longer he stares, and I rest my arm over my boobs, like I’m modest.
Ha. I am so not. I want this man to stare at me all night long if that’s what he prefers.
“What, getting shy on me now?” He reaches for my hand, slowly removing my arm from where it was draped across my chest. “You are perfection. I mean, I knew you were the last time we were like this, but I couldn’t see you very well.”
“Having sex in the back seat wasn’t the most comfortable way to do it,” I point out.
He laces his fingers with mine. “We made it work, though.”
“We did.” I sigh when he leans in and drops tiny kisses along the thin band of my thong, his tongue licking my stomach, making a gush of wetness surge between my legs.
Those big hands slide up the outside of my thighs, curling around the waistband and yanking my undies down.
Down my legs, taking them all the way off.
Leaving me completely naked while he’s still dressed, his shirt hanging open and exposing his delectable chest.
Our gazes catch and hold, the look on his face hungry, and I wait, holding my breath.
Anticipation slides through my veins, making my entire body go tense, and he doesn’t look away as he bends down in between my legs, turning his face into my inner thigh, his eyes falling closed as he kisses me there.
I fall back against the pillows with a whimper, watching as he kisses first one inner thigh, then the other.
Avoiding the spot where I want him the most. Driving me absolutely out of my mind with lust. My clit throbs, my entire body feels like one giant throb, and when I finally feel his soft breathing against my wet pussy, I want to scream.
I almost do when he settles his mouth right there, squealing at the first swipe of his tongue on my clit.
He licks me everywhere, no surface untouched, his tongue touching me in places I didn’t even know exist. I close my eyes and lift my hips, dying for more, desperate to come, groaning when he slides his hands under my butt and grips my ass cheeks.
Kneading and spreading them open, his fingers teasing my crack, his tongue teasing my clit. It’s too much.
Way too much. I might not survive the night if he keeps this up.
“Fuck, you taste good,” he murmurs against my flesh, making me whimper.
He sucks my clit between his lips, removing his hand from my butt cheek to slip a finger just inside of me.
Oh God, that feels good. The double stimulation of his finger pushing in and out of me, his mouth on my clit, his tongue circling it. Sucking it.
I’m going to come. I can feel it rising inside of me. Higher and higher, stealing my breath, sweeping over my body. I arch my back, my hands landing on top of his head, keeping him in place as I start chanting, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
He doesn’t stop. He sucks harder. Fucks me with his finger faster, and that’s all it takes.
I cry out when my orgasm hits me, wave after wave sweeping over me, making my entire body shiver.
It goes on and on until I collapse onto the mattress, tears literally streaming down my face. It was that good.
Wyatt drops a kiss on the top of my pussy before he shifts up, kissing my body along the way until his face is in mine.
I can smell myself on him, but it doesn’t bother me, and when he kisses me, his fingers touch my cheek.
Touch the path of tears on my skin, and he rears back, his brows furrowed when I crack open my eyes to look at him.
“Are you crying?”
This is embarrassing. “Sometimes orgasms make me . . . cry. They’re so overwhelming.”
“Aw.” He kisses me again, his lips whisper soft, his fingers streaking over my face like he’s trying to absorb all my tears. “I hate that I made you cry.”
“You made me cry because it felt so freaking good,” I murmur, tugging him closer to me. I want to feel the weight of him on top of me. I want to feel him move inside of me. I’m greedy and I want it all, right now. “Do you have condoms?”
“I do.” He pulls away with a smile, reaching toward his nightstand and yanking the drawer open.
He rustles his hand around and plucks out a wrapped condom, dropping it onto my chest before he pulls away completely.
I watch as he stands by the bed and sheds his clothes.
The shirt is gone, the pants and his underwear whipped off together.
Until he’s completely naked and it’s my turn to study him.
This is the first time I’ve ever seen him fully naked, and whew, what a sight.
He’s built to perfection, save for the tan lines he’s got going on. His upper thighs are the whitest things I’ve ever seen, and I can’t help it. A giggle slips past my lips, and I press my fingers against them, trying to contain it.
Wyatt frowns, resting his hands on his hips. Indignant and naked—what a combination. “Are you . . . laughing at me?”
“No.” The laughter tumbles out of my mouth, and his frown deepens. “I would never laugh at you.”
I gasp out the words in between my laughter, which doesn’t help my explanation.
“The last thing a man wants is that the woman he’s about to have sex with is laughing.” He reaches for my foot, his fingers circling around my ankle. “What’s so fucking funny?”
I check his face, relief flowing through me when I see the smile curving his lips. He doesn’t sound angry at all, though the words had me thrown there for a second. “Your . . . tan lines.”
He glances down at himself, releasing his hold on my ankle so he can point at the ghost-white thigh. “You don’t like them?”
“You’re so pale. Only there, though.”
“Normally this time of year, I also have my short-sleeve tan line going on.” He taps his fingers against his biceps. “I’ve gone out on the lake more often than usual, and I’ve made sure to keep my shirt off out there.”
“Skin cancer kills,” I remind him.
“I use sunscreen.”
“That stuff is probably deadly too.” I have no real facts to back that up, but it sounds good.
“You’re just giving me shit.” He grabs my ankle again—both of them this time—and spreads my legs apart, his gaze going right to my pussy. “Sorry I’m not perfect like you, Rachel.”
“I am not per—oh my God!” He basically jumps me, grabbing for the condom that slipped off my chest and is resting beside me on the bed. He’s all over me, just like what I wanted, and within minutes, he’s got the condom on, his cock rubbing against my pussy.
I spread my legs wider and lift my hips at the same time he reaches in between us, fisting his cock as he guides it inside me. He slides in with ease, the connection between us so good. Too good.
I can’t get over how perfect we fit. How in sync we move together. The push and pull, the give and take, the way he pushes inside of me only to pull out. The slow drag of his cock in and out of my body is driving me out of my mind.
“Fuck yes, you feel amazing,” he mutters, and I open my eyes, our gazes catching as he begins to move faster. “Am I hurting you?”
I hurriedly shake my head. “Not at all.”
“What if I go harder?” He increases his speed. “Faster.”
I nod hurriedly, grasping at him, my hands sliding up and down his smooth back, landing on his hard butt. I push him there, sending him deeper, and he groans, going harder.
Faster.
The bedsprings creak with his every thrust, and I cling to him, our mouths finding each other, our tongues a tangled clash.
I hook my legs around his hips, holding on to him for dear life as he slams into me over and over again, pushing me up the bed.
A pillow slides over my face, but I’m somehow able to toss it aside.
Until he goes completely still, holding himself there, his entire body shaking as the orgasm sweeps over him.
A shiver steals through me, but otherwise I don’t come, and that’s fine.
He kind of got swept up into it, and he already made me come with his magical lips and tongue.
When he finally calms his breathing, his mouth finds my ear, and he kisses it, whispering, “Holy shit.”
I hug him close, unable to speak, but I feel the same exact way.
Holy. Shit.