Page 93 of Stubborn Heart

It was Monday evening, and the two of us were having a quiet night in. We’d just had dinner together, and I was looking forward to curling up on the couch with Wyatt to cuddle and watch some television.

“You were excited to have your head in my lap?” he asked, looking down at me with such amusement in his expression.

I bit the corner of my lip. “You can’t exactly blame me if that’s the case, you know? It’s a great lap.”

He let out a laugh. “You’re crazy.”

I closed my eyes and allowed the warmth to seep in. It had been so long since I’d felt this good, since I’d allowed myself to feel this good. I’d been assuming the worst for far too long, and with the way Wyatt had been with me from the start, I now realized I didn’t have to be on guard all the time. At least, not when I was around him.

“Do you really think that? I mean, I think this is just perfect. Honestly, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

“To be clear, we’re still discussing my lap?” he questioned me.

I laughed. “No. I’m talking about knowing I was going to come home from work, you’d meet me here, and we’d have dinner together before we could cuddle.”

Wyatt had one arm draped across my abdomen while his other hand had been resting on the top of my head. In the middle of me responding to him, he’d started stroking his fingers through my hair. It felt unbelievable. And with all the sleep I hadn’t gotten last night, I could have easily drifted off if he continued to do that without having a conversation with me.

It seemed sleep wouldn’t be coming anytime soon, though, because Wyatt continued to smile at me as he shared, “I feel exactly the same as you do. I had a difficult time focusing on anything I needed to get done at work today, because I kept replaying my weekend with you over and over in my mind.”

The corners of my mouth drifted up as I closed my eyes again. “It really was the best weekend, wasn’t it?”

“I thoroughly enjoyed myself. In fact, I’m tempted to see if we can make this week even better than the weekend had been,” he said.

I rolled my head slightly to angle my face more toward his body when I advised, “Well, you better gobble up all the time you have with me tonight, because we can’t do this again before Thursday.”

Wyatt’s hand stopped moving in my hair. “Why not? What do you mean?” There was an edge of panic in his tone.

“Tuesday night is bingo night with my grandma, and I talked to the girls earlier today on their lunch breaks. We planned a girls’ night in here at my place on Wednesday evening,” I revealed.

His eyes frantically searched my face, an undeniable desperation in them. “What am I going to do until Thursday without you?”

I loved that he wanted to spend this time with me. “What did you do last week when you weren’t here with me?”

Wyatt shook his head slowly. “It’s crazy, but I can’t seem to remember what I did to occupy my time. I think I spent it all thinking about only you for weeks now.”

He was being incredibly sweet, and every time he was like this, my belly fluttered. “You’ll still see me every morning when we go for our run,” I assured him, wanting to find a way to make him feel better about this.

Wyatt considered that and countered, “Do you think it’s possible I can convince you to give up your run one of those mornings, if I promise to give you a different kind of cardio workout?”

“Are you that insatiable?” I asked, my tone light and teasing as I reached to cup the side of his face.

While I stroked my thumb along his jaw, he replied, “Are you unaware of just how addictive you are?”

It was possible an outsider could look at this situation and think that Wyatt wanting to spend so much time with me was something to be concerned about, but it had the opposite effect on me. I liked that he wanted to be around me. I loved that he enjoyed my company and didn’t hesitate to make time for me.

For that reason—and because I really did love him—I decided to compromise. “Okay, we can skip the run one of those days. You choose.”

He grinned. “I’ll be here Wednesday morning, bright and early. But that means I need to make sure I get all of you that I can tonight.”

I turned my body completely to the side. “What did you have in mind?”

Wyatt didn’t hesitate. He lifted me slightly, shifted his body, and wrapped me up in his arms. “I intend to hold you and allow the scent of you to drive me wild while we watch some TV. Then I’ll probably lose a little bit of control, do a lot of touching, and kiss you senseless. Eventually, I’m going to have my cock in you. Maybe your mouth first, then your pussy.”

I raised a brow. “Sounds like you’ve got some lofty goals there.”

His arms tightened around me. “I’m a determined man who is good at getting what he wants, babe. Don’t underestimate me.”

“I would never.”

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