Chapter 39
Taylor
A sense of excited anticipation hung in the air in my living room. Wyatt and I hunched over each of our boxes. Michael Keaton snored happily on the sofa, content to leave us to the hard labor.
“I still don’t know why we didn’t go for a moving company.” Wyatt echoed her sentiment from an hour before. The same one she shared with me an hour before that.
I chuckled to myself. “I like the process of packing. It helps with the goodbye.”
She looked me right in the eye as she wrapped another candelabra in some paper, making as much noise as she possibly could with it. To show how annoyed she was.
But all I saw was how adorable she looked when she was annoyed with me.
“It makes me want to kiss you when you get like this,” I said with a suggestive tone in my voice.
Wyatt tried to maintain an outward show of irritation, but the sudden color in her cheeks told a different story. I loved that I had that effect on her. That it wasn’t just me who was head over heels in this relationship.
“You want to kiss me all the time,” she shot back, a naughty smirk curling her lips.
I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the delicious flirting. “One world tour and already you’ve gone all cocky celebrity on me.”
It was the right button to push, and Wyatt’s jaw dropped. “That’s offensive. You take that back, or else.”
“Or else, what?”
She discarded the vase she was about to pack and stood up suddenly, stomping over to grab her phone from the mantle. She typed away for a couple of seconds, then showed me the screen.
“Or else I’ll call this moving company and give them your goodbye process.” Her eyes held an evil glint as she taunted me.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I said, zeroing in on the way her finger hovered over the call button.
“Oh, I would very much dare, Miss Kane,” she said, utterly pleased with herself. “And I would also dare you to try me.”
Wyatt made as though she were going to call, and I leapt to my feet, racing over to her. We descended into a fit of giggles while I tried to wrestle the phone from her hand, with her stretching onto her tiptoes to keep it from my reach.
We both shrieked in alarm when her phone suddenly rang, the shrill sound cutting through the silence. Michael Keaton lifted his head, eyes blinking lazily, then went right back to sleep.
“It’s Trish again.” She sighed, staring at the caller ID on the screen. “She’s been relentless with her updates.”
I stepped into her, pulling her close. Then I dipped my head and gently kissed her neck, nipped her earlobe.
“Answer it if you must,” I whispered, and trailed my tongue along the outside of her ear. Wyatt shuddered in my arms. “But tell her you’re busy.”
Wyatt’s head dropped back, exposing more of her neck to me. “Busy doing what?” she breathed.
I straightened, cupping her face in my hands so she’d look at me. “Busy making out with your girlfriend.”
The phone still ringing in Wyatt’s hand, I took her mouth with mine in a languid kiss. No hurry or urgency. All the time in the world to savor each other. After a moment, the ringing stopped, punctuated by a dull thud as the phone hit the carpet at our feet.
Wyatt interlocked her fingers behind my neck, sighing into the sweet contact of our mouths.
“You sure you don’t want to call her back?” I asked against her lips. “Could be important now that you’re the talk of the YA fantasy town and all.”
She gazed into my eyes with love and affection. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Taylor. You help me be better. The kind of person I want to be, but also the person I need to be sometimes.”
The sentiment warmed my heart, and I stole a quick kiss. “It makes me happy to know I can be that for you. More than you know.”
I kissed her again, deeper than before, but still taking my time with it. My tongue slowly massaged hers, dipping in and pulling out as we built to a swooning rhythm, holding onto each other in the middle of my living room floor. Soon to be ex-living room.
“I could do this all day,” I murmured, swaying slightly. Kissing her always left me feeling a little dizzy. God, I loved it.
“Mhmm, I’m okay with that.” Wyatt smiled and claimed my mouth again. But she didn’t stay there.
Her lips blazed a fiery hot trail along my jaw and into my neck, where she paused long enough to breathe me in.
“I can’t get enough of your smell,” she said, and nuzzled me gently. “I can’t get enough of any of it. Of you.”
My nose was in her hair, and I thought the very same thing. “I love you so much.”
“Show me.” She lifted her eyes to mine, her intentions clear.
Our lips met, but this time the kiss was clumsy, fueled by the sudden rise in our desire. It was all clashing teeth and groping hands as we stumbled blindly around the living room, too stubborn to give up each other’s mouths for the sake of safety.
I wasn’t aware of it happening, but realized Wyatt had loosened the buttons of my shirt once my bare skin felt the cool whisper of air when she pushed it from my shoulders.
My bra was next, and Wyatt’s hands moved deftly to cup my freed breasts.
I moaned into the kiss, pressing my chest into her, wanting more of that sensuous touch.
We continued moving, crossing the floor until my back hit the wall beside the fireplace.
It was enough of an impact to break the kiss, but it was only long enough for us to pant in a few necessary breaths before taking each other again.
Harder, deeper… my lips tingled under Wyatt’s passionate assault.
And all I could think was more. I wanted more of her kisses and her touching and just more of her.
She clamped my stiff nipple between two fingers and gave a slight tug that sent a jolt of lightning straight to my dampening core. It quivered there, swelling in my clit with a feverish ache that had Wyatt’s name all over it.
As if reading my mind, her hands drifted from my breasts, moving down to the waistband of my pants. Eager movements made quick work of getting past the buttons and then, with her fingers hooked into my underwear, Wyatt tore her mouth from mine.
“Do you think we have time for this? The moving truck will be here soon.”
A small gasp fell from my lips as Wyatt slipped her hand inside before I could formulate an answer. In the back of my mind, I knew she didn’t care for one. She was going to have her way with me, no matter what our schedule looked like.
I closed my hand around her wrist, guiding her deeper.
The way she sucked in her breath once she felt how wet I was made my stomach do a delicious flip.
Just like me with her, Wyatt got turned on by turning me on.
She grazed her teeth along my neck, gently biting down as she slid her finger between my slick folds.
My lids dropped shut of their own accord and I started rocking my hips to grind against Wyatt’s hand.
Her teasing was measured and purposeful over my clit, coaxing a deep-seated moan out of me.
I tightened my grip on her wrist to hold her in place, right where I needed her, all the while moving to the fervid rhythm she created.
Her fingers glided deeper, teasing my entrance. Dipping in, then back out to coat my clit with more of the wetness gathered there.
“I can’t believe how hard you are.” Her breath came hot and heavy in my ear as she flicked my stiff nub.
My back arched and I groaned loudly, pressing her hand even harder into my center. Words weren’t being kind to me, not when she had me all flustered like this, but there were other ways I could tell Wyatt what I wanted most.
“So needy.” She clicked her tongue against her teeth, as if chastising me.
God, it was hot. A fresh surge of arousal dripped out of me, drenching her hand all over again.
A primal sound fluttered into the surrounding air, but we were pressed so close together I couldn’t tell which of us it belonged to.
“I’ll give you what you need, baby,” she said, sliding her fingers slowly up and down between my folds. “Do you need me here?”
I whimpered, writhing against the tantalizing feel of her.
“Or here,” she thrust two fingers deep inside me, making my walls stretch to accommodate her.
This time I cried out in pleasure, my fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her arm. I rocked my hips harder, my body begging her for more.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter.” Wyatt bit down on my bottom lip and tugged it lightly. “I’m going to make you come both ways.”
I trembled under her touch, believing every word.