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Swallowing, and a little jelly-legged from how close she’d been to an orgasm before this abrupt stop, she did as she was told, facing away from him and fully aware of the fact that her ass was directly in line with his face.

His groan had her pussy clenching and swollen clit throbbing. He reached beneath her to find her clit, and then rubbed two fingers around and around it until her hips began to churn and she moaned. She had to bite her lip to keep her volume down.

It was when his mouth found her anus and he started to rim it with his tongue, that she nearly collapsed into the tub. Her legs trembled with each swirlof his tongue and every rub of his fingers.

“Do you like this?” he asked, the buzz of his lips against her sensitive, never-before-touched-in-this-way hole making her moan.

“Mm-hmm.”

More fingers probed her pussy and slid inside. Now he was fucking her with his fingers, eating her ass, and rubbing her clit. She was close to combusting. It was all she could do to stay standing. Every muscle twitched and trembled the closer she meandered to orgasm. And Wyatt never stopped. He just kept going.

A sharp suck of air behind her pulled her attention back to the present, and that’s when she realized she’d been squeezing her butt cheeks, over and over again, and pressing backward. She was probably suffocating the man.

“Sorry,” she murmured, barely able to find the right word.

“Don’t apologize,” he said, resuming his fingers and tongue.

“Wyatt … I’m so close.”

“Good. Are you going to come for me, Vica?”

She nodded. “Si.”

“Bella,” he purred, his words another agonizingly wonderful buzz against her skin. “Then we’ll take it to the bed.”

“Oh …” At the mention of this not being the end of their romantic time together, Vica let go of all the tension building inside of her and allowed herself to give into the pleasure.

“That’s right,bella,” he praised, as her entire body detonated, and Wyatt pressed down firmly on her G-spot. His tongue continued, and so did the fingers on her clit, as wave after beautiful wave crashed through her. Her toes bunched and cramped, as did her fingers on the edge of the tub. But not even that could take away from how good everything else felt. From just how necessary of a release she didn’t realize she needed.

By the time the tingling from her hairline to her instep receded, she was near tears. The weight she’d been carrying around since Wyatt was taken back to the hospital had become so normal, she just functioned with it like a leadvest someone sewed her into. She forgot the feeling ofnotfeeling guilty, or responsible, or terrified for someone she cared deeply for.

Swallowing the sob that came out as more of a hiccup, she swallowed and sunk back into the water on shaky legs. Wyatt removed his fingers from her and helped her spin around to face him.

He was grinning with shiny lips and an impish twinkle in his unique hazel-blue eyes. “To the bed?” he asked.

Her throat was too tight to say anything. So all she could do was smile and nod as he reached into the bottom of the tub and pulled out the plug.

“All right. I expect you naked and on your back in my bed in two minutes, woman.” Then he stood up, flashing her the most beautiful erection she’d ever seen, and climbed out of the tub to grab them towels.

It felt wrong to say it after he’d just had his tongue in her most intimate and private place, but now that the dam had broken and her emotions were no longer held prisoner within the confines of her shoulders, Vica knew she was in love with this man.

Unequivocally, irretrievably, with her whole body, mind, heart, and soul, she was in love with Wyatt McEvoy.

Which was going to make leaving, when the time finally came, so much harder—on all of them.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“Oh, you’re such a good girl,” he said, turning off the overhead light in his bedroom so nothing but the moonlight coming through the windows illuminated Vica’s perfect body.

He had plans for her, but a big part of him wanted to feel her mouth around his cock first. He wanted to watch her crawl across the bed to him, slide his length between her lips, and feel that wet, hot little tongue caress him.

Her eyes flicked to his and her mouth tipped up into the sweetest of smiles. “Wyatt …”

Pulling in a deep breath through his nose, he banished any thought in his brain besides the dirty ones. After their bath and more painkillers, his body was feeling okay. He didn’t want Vica to sleep another night on the couch. He wanted her in his bed, in his arms.

Padding barefoot across the wood floor, he stood at the foot of the bed. “Crawl to me,” he said, his voice low and gruff as he took in her reaction. He couldn’t see if her pupils dilated or not, but he didn’t have to. Not after the way she scrambled up from her back onto her knees and approached him, a hungrylook in her gaze.

He was still hard as fuck from their bathtub fun, so she easily knew what he wanted.

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