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Turning away from him, I walked to the car and climbed into the backseat. Once he was seated next to me and Paul had pulled away from the curb, Wyatt’s free hand found my thigh, positioning so close to the top his pinky was almost touching the spot that needed his touch the most.

He leaned over and brought his mouth close to my ear. Every time he did that, his warm breath sent the best sensations shooting through my body.

“Angie, I need you to be sure.” He pulled back just enough so he could look into my eyes. “I want us both to know without a doubt that you’re mine.” His lips lifted into that cocky, sexy smile of his.

I studied his face and searched for the right words. Words that would make him believe I trusted him. Trusted us, and this crazy thing between us. I didn’t want to wait any longer to be with him.

And while I couldn’t find the right words, I hoped my actions spoke loud enough as I leaned forward and brought my lips to his. His free arm left my thigh and wrapped around my shoulders, bringing me closer as he devoured my mouth.

Breathless and turned on, I didn’t even care about food by the time we pulled up to the hotel. It was obvious the only thing I wanted was him.

Chapter Twenty-One

WYATT

As we madeour way through the lobby, I prayed no one stopped us. I wanted to feed my girl and then spend all night inside her.

“Wyatt?” my restaurant manager’s voice rang out from behind me.

Fuck. I knew it. It wouldn’t be that easy. I spun toward her, and by the look on her face, it was obvious this was going to be an issue that required me for more than a few minutes.

I passed the food off to Angie, praying she could read my expression. “Why don’t you go ahead up and get yourself some food. Hopefully I won’t be long.”

Her lips turned down into the cutest pout. I was happy to know she was feeling the same way.

“Go ahead.” I tipped my head toward the elevators. “I’ll be right behind you.”

She nodded with a sigh, and once the elevator door closed behind her, I followed Jenny into the restaurant to deal with whatever issue she needed my help with.

Thankfully the issue wasn’t anything time consuming. She needed my approval for an expedited order on a new refrigerator. The restaurant had two in the kitchen, and one of them had failed right before the dinner rush. I’d give my approval for ten refrigerators if it meant it got me upstairs to Angie faster.

I entered the suite and was surprised that Angie was nowhere to be seen. Had she changed her mind? Or was she waiting for me to eat? The food sat on the kitchen island, untouched from what I could tell.

Walking around the front of the island, I found her boots—one, and then a foot away, almost in a line, the other one. Then my gaze locked on her sweater laying another foot down the hallway that led to my bedroom. In fact, I could now make out a line of clothes.

I adjusted myself, my cock now pushing uncomfortably against my pants. I tracked the breadcrumbs of fabric until I got to the last piece, bending to scoop up her silky black panties. Stepping through the doorway, I locked eyes with her. She was curled up under the blankets. Naked. In my bed. Waiting for me.

I fought the ironic laugh that threatened to bubble up. I’d always taken these moments so casually, and now I was nervous as fuck. Ironic wasn’t a strong enough word to explain it.

I held her stare as I brought the black fabric up to my nose, breathing in her intoxicating scent. “Did you decide you wanted to work up a sweat first and then eat?”

A smirk lifted her lips. “I decided I couldn’t wait any longer to feel you inside me.”

My whole body came alive at her words, and I hastily removed my tie, undoing the buttons of my shirt before discarding that just as rapidly.

I moved quickly to the side of the bed and tipped my chin toward her. “Take the covers off.” I had no intention of letting her hide her gorgeous body from me. I would spend forever worshipping it if that was what she needed to see how sexy and beautiful she was.

She fiddled with the hem of the blankets, and I unbuttoned my pants, waiting for her to show me the body I’d been fantasizing about.

“Baby, let me see you.” I tugged slightly on the edge. “I love your body. Let me show you how fucking gorgeous you are.”

She smiled hesitantly but slowly peeled the covers back. Almost immediately, she crossed her arms over her stomach.

“Come here.” I beckoned her toward me with my finger.

“Wyatt.” She looked down at the sheets. “I’m not—I mean… I know I’m not like the women you usually do this with.”

“Damn right.”

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