Page 105 of Interference

Though she didn’t have her vest on and was technically off-duty, she had of course followed Wyatt upstairs and into the bedroom. Standing beside the bed, she watched him as if waiting for him to tell her what to do.

Good thing he still had a working brain. “Do you have something she can lie down on? A blanket or big towel or something?”

I had to think harder than I should have to find a solution, but remembered I had a linen closet in the hallway. God, I was a wreck. I stepped out of the bedroom, found an old comforter in the closet, and came back to the bedroom. “Will this work?”

The way his face lit up made my knees weaker than they already were. “Perfect.”

We put it on the floor by one of the dressers, and at Wyatt’s gentle command, Lily obediently curled up on it.

“She’ll be okay there?” I asked. “She won’t mind us… um…”

He grinned, running his palms up my sides. “She’ll be fine.” He pulled me in close and started kissing my neck. “She’ll be asleep before I even get your pants off.”

I bit my lip, tilting my head to give him as much access as he wanted. “Speaking of getting our pants off…” I tugged at his shirt. “We should get all of this off.”

“Mmm, I like that idea.” He came up to kiss my mouth again. Sliding his hands down over my hips, he growled, “I want to see all of this.”

I shivered in his arms. “I’ll show you everything I’ve got on one condition.”

He met my gaze and arched an eyebrow.

I grinned. “I want your hands and mouth on all of it.”

Wyatt’s lips parted. Then he pulled me back in by my hips, and just before our lips met, he murmured, “There isn’t inch of this body I won’t lick.”

Oh, my God…

“Get these clothes off,” he purred.

Didn’t have to tell me twice, though it was admittedly not easy to let go of him. Even if it was so we could get naked. I was finally touching him, and I was irrationally sure if we broke contact, this would be over.

We did manage to separate, though, and we stripped out of our clothes. Wyatt understandably took a little longer, since he still had on his shirt and he had to work around his prosthetic. He kept the prosthetic on as he joined me in bed; I hadn’t thought to ask about that, but he obviously preferred it on, so that was that.

And besides, he was over me now, pinning me down with his sheer presence, and his mouth was against mine, so I didn’t give a damn what he did with the prosthetic as long as he didn’t let up on me.

He definitely didn’t let up. After way too long with a too-gentle, too-delicate kisser, I reveled in Wyatt’s far less polite mouth. He teased, nipped, explored. He stole my damn breath. It was just as well I was on my back now, because I didn’t think I’d be able to stand while he schooled me with this absolute master class on kissing.

Oh, and he didn’t stop at my mouth, either. When Wyatt said there wasn’t an inch of my body he wouldn’t lick, he wasn’t joking. He started down my neck, and all I could do was lie there and try not to come unglued as he explored me with his lips and tongue. He went for the obvious places—throat, nipples, groin—but he didn’t miss anything. He traced every groove between my abs, pausing to nip now and then. He kissed all the way along my hipbone, coming dangerously close to my dick without touching it. And my inner thigh? How the fuck had I not known how erogenous that was? When he got to the back of my knee, I had to reach back and grab the pillow as my body damn near trembled off the bed.

“Wyatt. Fuck.” I gasped for breath. “Would you… stop…”

He flicked his tongue inside my knee and gazed up at me with wicked eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no.” I licked my lips. “I want you to stop fucking around and do that to my dick.”

My own words made me cringe. Had I really said that out loud? Had I really—

“Oh. Fuck.” The flick of his tongue across my balls almost had me levitating off the bed. “Jesus Christ!”

The response to that was an evil laugh, and then he was licking his way up the length of my dick. If I’d thought he was attentive to the rest of my body, he was laser-focused when he gave head. Little flutters of his tongue. Slow swirls around the head. Deep-throating slowly a few times before licking up and down again. I couldn’t remember anyone ever lavishing this much attention on my cock and balls before, never mind doing it this well. Oh my God, his mouth was incredible, and he clearly loved doing what he did.

I wasn’t quite ready to come, though, and if he kept this up, I’d absolutely lose it. “Wyatt.” I licked my lips. “Get back up here.”

He didn’t hesitate. One more decadent lick, and then he came up to kiss me.

Right before our lips met, though, something cold touched my leg, and I yelped.

“What?” He stiffened. “Are you okay?”

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