Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WYATT
We enter my house, Rachel walking ahead of me, and I remind myself that I can’t stew over Nate’s issues with women.
He’s always been this way. Like he’s afraid to commit.
I know what that’s like. I’ve been on the anticommitment train for years, and now I’ve got a woman in my house who I’m falling in love with, and if I can’t say the words to her out loud, the least I can do is show her how I feel.
Snagging her hand, I pull her into me so fast, she gasps when our bodies collide. She tilts her head back, her luminous gaze meeting mine, and I touch her face. Cup her cheek. “You’re beautiful.”
A weary smile appears. “Despite the exhaustion? It was a long day.”
“Are you tired?” I dip my head, my mouth brushing hers once. Twice. Keeping it simple. Waiting for her unspoken permission to take it further.
“Yes.” She kisses me. “But never too tired for this.”
I deepen the kiss, my tongue sliding against hers. I wrap my arms around her and haul her in even closer, devouring her sweet lips. My dick swells in response to her body molding to mine, and I’m a goner. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
With a giggle she pulls out of my arms and practically runs down the hall, and I follow after her, taking my time. When I finally stroll into the bedroom, it’s to find Rachel sitting on my bed, her back against the pillows, and she’s wearing . . .
Nothing.
I come to a complete stop, shocked yet pleased. God, she’s stunning. Her skin is smooth and golden, thanks to her spending more time outside, and I can see the tan lines from the bikini she wears. The bikini I’ve never seen her in. I need to rectify that immediately by taking her out on my boat.
I note that activity for later.
“What are you waiting for?” Her sultry tone is pure sin, and without hesitation I begin to strip.
Toe out of my shoes and shed my T-shirt and get rid of my swim trunks until I’m just as naked as she is.
Her hot gaze rakes over me, her lips parting, and I go to her.
Join her on the bed by crawling over the top of her and pressing my body onto hers.
We fit like two puzzle pieces locking into place, and I wonder if she notices.
“Is this better?” I ask right before I kiss her.
It turns carnal in an instant, nothing but tongues and moans and rocking hips.
I’m already so hard I ache, the need to be inside her beating like an insistent drum in my blood.
I grab her hands and lift her arms above her head, holding her like that while I kiss her, pressing my pelvis against hers and pinning her in place.
Holding her at my mercy, not that I’m going to do anything to her that she won’t like.
As a matter of fact, I’m pretty sure she’s going to love it.
She wiggles beneath me, sliding her foot along the side of my calf.
I pull away from her delicious lips to kiss her jaw, her ear, licking and nibbling the lobe.
I trail kisses down the length of her neck, across her collarbone and lower, keeping my hold on her wrists for as long as I can while I kiss her breasts.
Lick her nipples. Suck one into my mouth, which has her arching against me with a whimper.
She struggles against my hold, and I let her go, her hands automatically going to the back of my head, fingers tunneling into my hair. Keeping me where she wants me.
Like I’d leave. I love doing this to her almost as much as she enjoys it.
I’m sliding farther down her delectable body when she tries to stop me.
“Wait, no, no.” Somehow, she maneuvers herself from beneath my body and lies beside me. “It’s your turn.”
Rachel gently pushes at my chest, and I fall onto my back, watching with curiosity as she moves over me, thrusting her face in mine. She kisses me, pulling away before I can take it deeper, a sly smile on her face. “Stay still.”
Right. Like I can do that when she’s rubbing her body all over mine, but I try.
I fold my hands behind my head, like I’m going to be here all night, watch as she moves downward, her busy mouth everywhere, her long blonde hair trailing over my skin.
It’s all too much. I’m overstimulated, but I keep my hands behind my head because otherwise I’d grab her, throw her on her back, and plow deep inside her.
She drops soft kisses on my stomach, shifting lower, her fingers streaking down, gripping my cock.
I stifle my groan behind my teeth, my gaze never straying from her, the muscles in my stomach constricting when she strokes me once.
Twice. She glances up at my face, our eyes meeting, and that sly smile reappears, right before she shifts down and presses her lips to the head of my dick.
“Jesus,” I bite out, unable to look away as she licks and kisses the flared head.
I give up on trying to stay still, reaching toward her, pushing the hair away from her face so I can see better, and when she envelops the tip of my cock with her mouth, I clench my teeth, squinting as I try to restrain myself.
Her mouth is heaven. Wet and warm, her tongue busily working.
She settles in between my spread legs, her fingers tickling the inside of my left thigh while she grips me tight with her other hand.
She strokes and licks. Strokes and sucks.
It’s unbearably good, the visual accompanied by her sinful mouth and skilled fingers, and I’m going to come too soon if I don’t watch it.
I think that’s what she wants. She won’t let up, and I’m enthralled as I watch her take me nearly all the way into her mouth, holding still for only a second before she slowly releases me, her suctioning lips dragging along the length of my cock.
“You keep that up, I’m going to come,” I warn her, my voice gruff, my breathing escalating. She knew what she was doing, turning the lamp on so I could watch. That I would get off on this. She knows me too well, and we’ve only been doing this for a short while. A month?
How can I fall in love with a woman in a month?
Maybe it’s not love. Not yet. It’s definitely lust. I can’t get enough of her.
Crave her when she’s not around. Want to constantly jump her when I’m with her.
It might be unhealthy, this obsession. I’ve deprived myself of a relationship for so long, and I find myself deeply falling into one. Too deep?
Maybe. But I’m not complaining. Not in this moment. Hell no.
“I want you to come,” she admits once she’s released my dick from the hot recesses of her mouth. “I want you to come in my mouth, and I want to swallow every last drop.”
“Ah fuck.” I bite the words out, helpless as she pulls me back into her mouth, increasing her pace, tightening the suction.
Her fingers grip the base of my cock, jacking me up and down, faster.
I lift my hips like I have no control of them, fucking her mouth, groaning when I thrust as deep as I can get.
She takes me, all of me, her mouth stretched wide, and that’s it. I’m done for.
Coming like a teenager down her throat, like I have zero control.
Groaning her name loud enough that I might wake the neighbors, but I don’t even care.
I grip the side of her head, holding on tight, letting her drink every last drop, just like she wanted, and she takes it, wringing me dry until I’m collapsing against the pillows, staring up at the ceiling while my heart thunders in my chest.
I close my eyes when I feel her pull away from me, and she slides up my body, my skin sparking everywhere we connect. She’s in my face, I can smell her, and when she kisses me, I grip the back of her head, keeping her close to me as I lazily circle my tongue around hers.
“Did you like that?” she asks. She sounds pleased with herself, as she should be.
“I haven’t come that fast in a while,” I admit, pulling away slightly so I can look into her eyes. Study her beautiful face.
“You’re always doing so much for me, I wanted to return the favor.” She snuggles against me, her face pressed against my neck, and I can tell she’s breathing me in. “For once, I wanted to be the giver.”
“Oh, you give, baby. More than you realize.” My voice is teasing. Light. But I’m also dead serious. She has no idea what she does for me. Makes me feel like a whole human again. Like I’m capable of anything as long as I’ve got her in my corner.
I wonder if she realizes I’m wholly committed to her. There’s no one else I’m interested in. Only her.
Only Rachel.
But does she feel the same? She has to. All snug against me, her soft curves melting into my body like she belongs here. I got distracted by her plans. If she gives me a couple of minutes to recoup, I’ll show her how much she means to me. I’ll give her anything she could ever want.
All she has to do is ask.