Page 101 of Smitten with the Single Dad

Nothing made sense anymore. “But where is it? And did it have damage on the front? Was it the same car that ran us off the road?”

“No damage from what we could see.”

“So then there are more people than just the one who tried to hit me.”

Gripping her by the shoulders, he guided her over to the bed and made her sit down. “Trust me, Vica. I’m angry too. And it took Bennett and Clint to keep me from kicking open the person’s door and getting answers. But we need to do this the correct way for it to stick. We trespassed on property and took photos while trespassing. This could get thrown out of court because there was no warrant.”

Exhaling and quickly realizing everything Wyatt said made total sense, Vica nodded. “Okay. I get it.”

“But it’s a lead. And a big one. We’re one step closer to solving this.”

It didn’t feel like it, but she continued to nod anyway.

Cupping her jaw, he stared down at her. “I heard you and Jake.”

“You don’t mind that I—”

“I am grateful. So grateful. And I’m also stupid.”

Her brows knitted together. “Stupid?”

“I’ve been so focused on recovering from my own injuries that I completely forgot about my sons and what they must be processing and going through. Just because they’re physically fine doesn’t mean that they are emotionally. Dear god,” he shoved his fingers through his hair, “Jake’s dreaming about me dying.”

Ah.

She nodded and leaned into his palm. “It is a lot to process when a parent dies and the children are old enough to really understand. I was six when my mother passed. And then my dad was in a vespa accident when I was twelve. He washospitalized and in a coma for two days while they waited for the brain swelling to go down. It was the most terrified I have ever been in my life. Lorenzo and I thought we would be orphans. Or shipped off to family that wanted nothing to do with us. But he woke up and was okay. But I had nightmares for a while after that. Similar to what Jake is experiencing. That my parents were both dead, and my brother and I were alone.”

“Fuck.” He hung his head. He dropped his hand from her cheek and raked all ten fingers through his hair enough to make it stand up at the roots.

“But, the difference between my story and Jake’s is that he has a big family here that loves and wants him. He and Griffon would be taken care of by people who they know and love. Lorenzo and I had nobody. He will be okay. Of this, I am sure. He is so strong. And so smart. And his dad is so loving and on top of things. But it is at nighttime, when we sleep, that we process. That our brain has time to get organized.”

“You always know just what to say to make it all make sense and feel less … impossible. Thank you. For speaking with Jake and … easing my heart too.”

Fresh tears stung the back of her eyes as he brought his mouth down to hers.

Their kisses began slow and languid, but there was a fire in Wyatt’s belly that needed to be set free. And it was going to either come out as rage or passion.

He chose passion.

Ripping his hoodie over his head, then his T-shirt, she had him naked from the waist down and lying on top of her. His hand traveled up and under her pajama shorts, where he found her wet and aching for him.

But reality hit her in the brain quickly when she remembered that the door was open.

“The door,” she breathed.

He grunted, but stood up and locked it, unbuckling his black jeans in the process. She shimmied out of her shorts and peeled off her tank top with haste. But rather than covering her again, he reached for her hand and pulled her over to stand in front of a full-length mirror.

She had faint tan lines on her shoulders and across her thighs from where she’d been outside on the hillside with the children the other day, wearing shorts and a tank top. She had no issues with her body. Felt no shame standing there naked.

Was she perfect? Of course not. But her body worked hard for her. And she treated it kindly. She exercised and ate well. She took care of the body that took care of her. Nudity had never been an issue as a child, or adult. Nude beaches were prevalent all over Europe and even though she didn’t always go topless at beaches, in her twenties she did, and never felt any embarrassment or shame about it. She liked her body, and she knew she was among the minority of women, at least in this country. She didn’t take that lightly.

Leaving her standing there, he went over to the corner of the room and picked up a wooden chair which he brought over and positioned six feet in front of the mirror. He sat down and pulled her into his lap so they were both facing forward.

Leaning back against him, she let him mold her to his body and spread her legs how he wanted. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he murmured as he slid two fingers between her legs and opened up her pussy lips. “You’re already wet for me.”

Her gaze became transfixed on his fingers as they slid back and forth over her clit, stirring those already smoking embers of desire in her belly, into hot, flickering flames.

Then he slid one finger inside her while his thumb raked her clit. His left hand massaged her left breast, tugging at her nipple until it was painfully hard. But her eyes remained focused on his hand between her legs and that finger slipping inside her.

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