Page 53 of Fear of Falling

My eyelids fluttered as my hands gripped the front of his shirt as he trailed his lips ever so slowly up my neck. The touch was soft, almost like a whisper as he worked his way upwards.

My toes curled in my shoes as his lips ghosted up my throat to my jaw. I was gripping his shirt so tightly in my fists, I was certain it would be stretched out when I let go. As Wyatt’s lips moved up to the corner of my own, barely touching, a small whimper escaped me.

“Is this okay?” he whispered.

“Mmhm.” My brain was no longer functioning enough to form real sentences. Not when his 6 '2, hot-as-sin body, was pressing mine against the door, igniting a fire in my lower belly.

And he hasn’t even fully kissed me yet.

“I want to kiss you,” he said, finally saying what I wanted to hear. It took everything I had not to reach up and yank his head down to mine.

Although if he doesn’t kiss me right this second, I may have to.

“Then kiss me,” I managed to say, and I trembled as I felt his lips curl into a smile against my cheek.

“So demanding.” Wyatt turned my head to the side with his thumb. His lips hovered over mine, eliciting an embarrassing sound from me.

As his lips finally met mine, I all but melted. It was all I could do to remain standing. The kiss was soft at first, as if Wyatt was just testing the waters. He tasted like a mix of beer and spearmint, two things I never thought would go together, yet strangely did.

I pressed my front against his, needing to close any gap between us as he angled my head to deepen the kiss. When he swiped his tongue across the seam of my lips, I eagerly opened my mouth. Yet, instead of feeling his tongue against mine, Wyatt gently tugged my bottom lip between his teeth.

A low groan surged up my throat and I was helpless to stop it as I arched against him. With one hand pressed against the door above my head and his other hand cupping my face, I felt cocooned.

As we grew sure of each other, the kiss became deeper, rougher, as though whatever had held us back had finally snapped. Wyatt’s lips took mine, as if branding me. I could feel his kiss right through to my very bones, and it was like no kiss I’d ever had before. I never wanted it to stop—never wanted his lips to leave mine.

By the time Wyatt pulled back, I felt lightheaded and breathless, as though he’d sucked all the oxygen from my lungs. He rested his forehead against mine as the two of us caught our breath. I kept my eyes closed, lips tingling. There were no words to describe what just happened.

“You’re all consuming, Josie,” Wyatt mumbled softly, his lips softly grazing mine as he spoke before he pulled his head away.

“In a good or bad way?” I breathed.

“Good. Definitely good.” My heart fluttered at the words.

“I better go before I do something I shouldn’t,” he said as he dragged his thumb across my bottom lip, his eyes tracking the movement. I didn’t want him to go. I wanted to pull him into my apartment and continue what we’d started, but I knew he was right. I wasn’t the type to jump into bed with someone so quickly, even if that person made me feel things I hadn’t felt before.

I don’t want to ruin anything by moving too quickly, so it’s probably for the best that we end the night here.

“Okay,” I agreed, though every inch of my body protested.

He took a step back, his hand falling from my face as I forced myself to release his shirt. I already missed the feel of him pressed against me, and I knew I’d think of nothing else for the rest of the night. Wyatt was an addiction I knew I could easily get hooked on.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He looked reluctant to leave as he took another step back. “Goodnight, Josie.”

“Goodnight, Wyatt.”

As he turned and headed towards the elevator, I stood there, watching him, my lips tingling. It took all my willpower not to run after him and pull him in for another kiss. Before he could disappear, I quickly called out.

“Don’t get stuck!”

The grin he flashed over his shoulder mirrored my own. “Don’t worry. Batman doesn’t get stuck.”

I laughed under my breath at our inside joke, and with a wink, the elevator doors closed, and Wyatt disappeared from view.

With a smile so wide my cheeks ached, I turned and entered my apartment.

Tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

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