Page 59 of Wyatt

I must be dreaming. This is too good to be true. At any moment, I’ll wake up alone in my stiff twin bed, the alarm I set for five a.m. blaring.

But I don’t wake up. Wyatt doesn’t stop kissing me. So I decide to take advantage of the time I have with him and move my hands over his chest, his shoulders. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, making him nip at my chin as he pins me to the seat with his hips, rocking against me in a slow, steady rhythm.

My clit pulses. Dear God, am I going to come from dry-humping alone? Even when guys have gone down on me in the past, I’m usually too anxious, too wrapped up in my thoughts, to orgasm. But here I am with Wyatt, ready to combust despite us both still having all our clothes on.

I think the danger of what we’re doing is only throwing fuel onto my fire. We could be caught. We could take it too far and regret everything tomorrow. I could show up to work in the morning with a hickey. Or at the very least, some epic beard burn. Wyatthasbeen paying a lot of attention to my neck.

This is all so wrong, and yet I want more.

We make out for one song. Another. Another and another, and soon, I have no idea how much time has passed. All I know is that my lips are throbbing, and so is my clit.

I need more. Now.

To my very great surprise, Wyatt is an absolute gentleman. His fingers work lazy circles over my bare leg, but his hand doesn’t move an inch further north. I’m constantly arching my back, rolling my hips, but he stays relatively still, slowly drinking me in with his mouth on mine.

I’machingfor sex. To be filled. Satisfied. Touched everywhere.

That transcendence Wyatt talked about? I’m not going to find it by playing it safe.

So I take a chance. I slip a hand around his torso and gather his shirt in my hand at the small of his back. I give the shirt a tug, pulling it out of his slacks. Flattening my palm on his bare skin, I press down, pushing him harder against my center.

At the same time, I grab his other hand in mine and guide it to my breast.

Wyatt growls—literallygrowls—biting down on my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.

Then he rears back, lifting his body off mine, and for a second I panic.

Shit, I took it too far.

But suddenly his hips punch forward, and I gasp when he hits merightin my center with a protrusion that wasn’t there a second ago.

My heart stumbles to a stop. He’s huge. Hard.

Wyatt Rivers is hard for me.

“Sunshine, I got three legs right now.” His breath his warm on my ear. “You keep this up, I ain’t gonna be able to stop.”

“What if I don’t want you to stop?” I’m panting, dizzy with desire.

He already feelsso good. How amazing will it feel when he’s actually inside me?

“I’m not fucking you for the first time in the front seat of my truck.” But he still swipes his thumb over my nipple. “That shit’s for teenagers who can’t control themselves.”

Does that mean he actually wants to fuck me, just not right now?

Does that mean we’ll get to do this again?

Because I think I’m already addicted to fooling around with this man.

“What about thirty-year-olds who can’t control themselves?”

He laughs, pushing up onto his hands. I open my eyes to see him hovering over me, gaze glued to my face. “One of us has to be the adult in the room. Otherwise, it’s not gonna be any good.”

“What? The sex?”

“Well, yeah. Listen, no one wants to give you what you’re asking for more’n me.” His eyes stray to my body. “But I don’t think either of us planned on this happening tonight. Let’s take a beat, all right? I don’t want you havin’ any regrets in the morning.”

Biting my lip, I hook my first finger into the knot of his tie.I can touch him like this now.

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