Page 102 of Ride the Sky

I buck into his mouth. He growls his approval as my wetness soaks the inside of my thighs, drips over his fingers. Every muscle in my core tightens with pleasure. Warmth rises. Sodamn lost in this man that nothing matters. Not even my leg, my injury.

The noise that comes out of me is wild, feral. My fingers twist in Wyatt’s hair as I come, my legs jerking uncontrollably around him.

Yes, yes, yes, I mouth as my body seizes and then goes limp, but Wyatt is suddenly there as my legs give out.

He makes a hoarse sound as he gathers me against his muscled chest. “Fuck, Trouble. I love hearing you come.”

Breathing hard, I look up at his beautiful face in the moonlight. So damn handsome. He towers over me, his face raw and full of emotion.

We don’t have to say it. We know how this will end.

The bedroom.

I try to take a step, but freeze.

“My hip.” I struggle to keep the pain out of my voice, but he hears it.

“I got you, baby,” he growls. Then so quick and careful, he scoops me into his arms and carries me inside and down the hall.

I should hate it, regressed to a damsel in his arms. But instead, my heart races. In his arms, I’m safe. I’ve always known that.

Inside the bedroom, Wyatt slowly slides me down his body. Still high on his kiss, I reach for him. Another. Now that I’ve had one kiss, it’s all I want to do.

His mouth lands on mine, and I whimper. He tastes like whiskey and man and summer sun.

“Fuck,” Wyatt says through clenched teeth. “I can’t keep my hands off you.” I cry out in delight as Wyatt grips my ass in his big hands. He kneads my flesh, and my heart rate cranks into overdrive.

“I know,” I say, reaching for the waistband of his board shorts. My eyes drink him in. He’s tan from our days spent inthe sun. Masculine and chiseled, with wide, muscular shoulders. The thatch of dark hair leading down into his swim trunks has my sex clenching.

Wyatt Montgomery is mine. For tonight.

My hands go to his swim trunks, pushing them off him to reveal his thick cock. As he goes to kick away his shorts, he turns. Shamelessly, my eyes drift, taking a quick peek…

My breath comes to standstill inside my lungs. I blink. Like my eyes are playing tricks on me.

The worst—the best—thing I’ve ever seen.

On the curve of his ass is a tattoo. The wordtroublein old west script wound around a horseshoe. My nickname.

“Wyatt,” I gasp, feeling lightheaded. “What the fuck?”

I don’t like my heart at the moment. This terrible pounding, this warmth that only exists in his presence. This, combined with his reveal about the letter, has me in all kinds of knots, and none of them good. He missed me; he would have come.

We stare at each other. My heart holds its frazzled beat. The tips of his ears deepen in color.

Then he steps forward, heat flaring in his expression. “Got it when you left. Needed something of you, needed you with me.” Before I can say another word, I’m back in his arms. “Another secret,” Wyatt rasps, lowering his mouth to my neck. The rough, tortured sound travels through me until I spark inside. “Deal with it.”

My response is to kiss him. Hard and angry.

Damn him. Damn this infuriating, cocky cowboy.

His brash command just makes things worse, makes the ache in my heart heavy. Suddenly, the stakes between us feel higher. But what stakes?

We’re already living together. Already sleeping together. We can go back to how it was. No feelings. Just sex. Sweaty, feral sex with Wyatt Montgomery.

I shake my head to chase away the rush of emotions.

“Inside,” I order when I pull away from his kiss. I arch my back, so damn horny for this man it’s embarrassing. “I need you inside me.”

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