Page 51 of Twisted Lies

Wyatt stops at a streetlight, and his gaze slides down the front of my shirt, over my breasts, and floats back up to my eyes. “How much should I charge?” he asks.

“It depends on the kiss,” I tease him.

Wyatt pulls into a parking lot next to a large self-storage facility. The lights in the parking lot are bright enough to discourage loitering, but Wyatt finds the darkest corner to park.

He leans his seat back until we’re reclining side by side. I climb onto his body as best I can in his tight Dodge Viper and press my lips against his mouth, softly and slowly. His mouth presses against mine, forcing it gently open.

Wyatt lifts his hands along my hips over my waist. His thumbs swipe the underside of my breasts as he holds me. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as I lean fully into him. I feel like I’m floating in heaven as my body heat climbs off the charts. His tongue is sweet hotness as it locks with mine. His hand reaches between my legs, and the seat inches back lower.

I grin foolishly, watching his deep brown eyes glint in the soft glow from the dashboard when we finally take a breath.

“That kiss is going to be expensive,” I sigh, cozying up closer. My hand trails over Wyatt’s chest. My fingers play with the defined hard muscle underneath.

“There are other things I could do to you, and it wouldn’t cost you,” he nuzzles my neck playfully.

I laugh, slowly rotating my hips against his groin and feeling his cock stiffen in his jeans. I lean in and kiss him again, even slower than the first, lingering over his lips, tasting his skin, and biting his lower lip.

Wyatt sighs as his eyelids lower, and his hand goes to the back of my head, pulling me in again. His hands grip my butt, and his fingers play over my curves. His hands warm me as I rub my breasts against his chest.

“I want you,” he whispers, “but we shouldn’t go too far.”

I pull away and study his face for a hint of a joke, but Wyatt is serious.

“You shouldn’t say that,” I whisper, “If you knew how much I wanted you, you would never say that.”

His eyes look troubled. “Astrid, I have nothing to give you.”

“There’s love.” My voice cracks as I glance into the back seat—the cash balled up on my jacket.

Wyatt scoffs, leaning away from me. “Not at Stonehaven. Love isn’t enough. When I look at you, I think at least I won’t be dragging you down with me.”

Suddenly, I notice how cold it is in the car, and I start to slide off Wyatt’s body, but his hand grips my thigh.

“I feel the same, Astrid, and that’s why I want you to find someone better.”

I place my arms around his shoulders again and lean my cheek against his chest. “But what if I only want you?”

“I won’t be enough,” he whispers. His fingers barely touch my hair, and a chill races down my back. Wyatt makes me feel electric like no one else can. He continues to touch my skin, swiping his finger over my forehead and brushing my bangs out of my eyes.

I watch his eyes as he quietly trails his finger along my face as if he’s trying to memorize it for later when he’s alone. I part my lips, anxious at the thought of him leaving me. It’s stupid and dangerous, but I want to stay right here like this all night. I try to think of ways to make Wyatt stay. Forever.

“I want more tonight than a kiss,” I tell him.

I grasp his hand, gently stopping the motion, and place his middle finger into my mouth. Watching him, I pucker my lips around his finger and suck on it gently as if it were his stiff cock. I swirl my tongue around it and moan, the sound vibrating against his skin. Instantly, I’m wet.

His finger glistens in the faint light as he pulls it out of my mouth.

Wyatt lifts me off his body, and I tumble back into the passenger seat. I know he wants me as much as I want him. So what’s wrong?

“Take your jeans off.” His voice is thick.

I squirm out of my jeans, tugging them off along with my sneakers.

“And your panties.”

I sit on the leather seat, undressed below the waist. I watch the window cloud with steam from our breath. I part my legs, exposing my soaked pussy to him.

“Wyatt,” I whisper. “Touch me there.”

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