Page 58 of Taming Georgia

His head falls back with a groan. “I hate this.”

His fists squeeze at his sides, and I can see his chest expand with labored breaths. I’m not sure what’s going on inside of him, but he’s feeling something, and I have to know what it is. I have to.

“All right, listen. I’m going to ask you a yes or no question. Say the first answer that pops into your head. Don’t overthink it. Just answer immediately.”

His eyes narrow, and his lips press into a line.

“Just do it,” I tell him, my voice pleading.

“Okay,” he agrees reluctantly.

My questions fall from my mouth in rapid succession. “Yes or no, do you want me to come back to work?”

“Yes.”

“Do you miss me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have feelings for me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

“Yes.”

My chest tightens, and I bite my lip. “Kiss me.”

There’s hesitation in Wyatt’s eyes. His gaze darts to my lips and back up again. His lids close, and he pulls in an audible breath. When he opens his eyes, they’re darker, sure, and full of need. He takes one more step and circles his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

His body is so strong against mine. It feels warm, and I melt into it. The way I want him makes me feel weak. But I can’t stop the attraction I have. He’s like sunshine heating me despite the vast cold that surrounds me. I can survive without him in the cloudy, frigid winter. But it’s so much better in the light.

His lips move hesitantly at first—seeking permission, wanting more. I raise my arms, and my fingers thread into the soft hair at the nape of his neck. A mix between a sigh and a moan leaves my mouth. It’s a sound of relief, and that’s all the encouragement Wyatt needs.

He kisses me hard now. His fingers dig into my skin, and the desperation I feel makes me frantic with need. Our hands explore one another over our clothes—kneading, pulling, grasping. The countertop presses against the small of my back as Wyatt leans into me. Our lips haven’t separated as each of our tongues worship the other.

Wyatt’s desire is evident as the firmness of it presses into my belly, making my knees weak.

His lips leave mine, and they work their way down my neck. I push my pelvis into his, needing relief.

“Yes or no, do you want me?” I pant, hoping Wyatt tells me what I know to be true.

“Yes,” he sighs against the skin of my neck. Goose bumps erupt over my entire body. “Yes.”

Grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, I pull it over his head and drop it to the floor. He mirrors my action and does the same to me. His stare burns my skin as he slides down the straps of my bra and gently kisses one of my shoulders.

I splay my hands against his abdomen. The ridges against my palms make my heart beat faster with lust. Pushing him back, I undo the button of his jeans. His chest rises and falls as I pull down his zipper.

He makes quick work of removing my bra. When his mouth covers my nipple, my head falls back with a moan. It’s almost a pained sound because the pleasure is so intense that it’s approaching unbearable. I need Wyatt more than I’ve needed anything in my life.

He sucks and pulls as my hips push into him. My hands grab at the skin of his waist, drawing him into me. Dragging his teeth along my nipple, he tugs, stretching it out until he releases it. I whimper.

Dropping to his knees, he pulls down my yoga pants and thong. I step out of the fabric, leaving me naked and completely bare to him. He slides his hands up my body, searing me with his touch before he drags them back down my skin. He drops his head back and captures me with his gaze. My chin to my chest, I can’t take my eyes away from him.

Wyatt isn’t one for many words, but I see him just the same. I always have. My eyes water as I stare into his because there’re so many unspoken words that I feel down into my soul. Without a sound, he requests access, and I nod, desperate for him to touch me.

He lifts one of my legs and drapes it over his shoulder. I close my eyes, dropping my head back as he begins to explore, first with his fingers and then with his tongue. My head explodes with pleasure, and it’s all I can do not to crumble. Wyatt fills me with his fingers as his tongue drags against the perfect spot. It’s a slow worship at first. My hips involuntarily rock into his mouth, needing to be closer.

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