Page 11 of His Big Hometown Cowboy
Never with this undercurrent of inevitability, of years of pent-up longing finally unleashed.
It felt like being simultaneously claimed and cherished, devoured and protected.
My hands moved restlessly, mapping the broad expanse of his shoulders, the solid strength there, needing to touch as much of him as possible.
When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, the raw need reflected in his eyes sent another wave of heat rushing through me.
“Again,” I whispered, the word barely audible above the music.
He obliged, capturing my mouth in another kiss—this one even more demanding. Teeth grazed lower lips. Tongues tangled in a desperate, searching dance. We lost track of time, swaying almost imperceptibly to the music. It felt like the world had narrowed to just the two of us—the heat, the darkness, the insistent beat. His hands grew bolder, tracing the contours of my back, the curve of my waist, the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. Mine explored the hard planes of his chest, the thick muscle of his arms, the surprising softness of his hair at his nape.
“We need to leave,” he rasped against my mouth, his voice thick with need, breaking the spell. “Now.”
I nodded, desperate for privacy, for more.
We pulled apart, retrieving our shirts from where they’d been tucked away. My fingers fumbled with the fabric as I pulled the henley back over my head, my skin still tingling from his touch. Wyatt grabbed my hand, his grip possessive, weaving us through the dense crowd toward the exit, ignoring the curious glances we attracted.
The cool night air hit like a physical shock after the overheated intimacy of the bar, but it did nothing to dampen the fire raging between us. Wyatt didn’t release my hand, leading me toward his truck, parked in the deeper shadows at the far end of the lot, away from the main lights.
Before I could even reach for the door handle, he spun me around, backing me firmly against the cool metal side of the truck. His body pressed against mine, effectively pinning me, caging me with his size and strength. He bent his head, claiming my mouth again, the kiss rougher this time, hungrier, one hard thigh deliberately pressing high between my legs, eliciting a choked gasp.
“God, Timmy,” he groaned against my mouth, the sound vibrating through my chest. “Do you haveanyidea how long I’ve wanted you?”
My hands clutched at his broad shoulders, needing the anchor as my head fell back against the truck’s window, granting him access to my neck. “Tell me,” I breathed, arching into his touch as his lips blazed a trail along my jawline.
His words were a rough rumble against my skin, each syllable sending shivers down my spine. “Since forever, feels like. Watching you grow up was torture. Seeing you change from Travis’s skinny, annoying kid brother into... intothis.” His hand slid under my shirt again, palm flat and scorching hot against my stomach. “Someone I couldn’t stop thinking about. Couldn’t stop wanting.”
His raw confession was an aphrodisiac, stripping away my last vestiges of reserve. “I used to make up excuses,” I admitted, my voice shaky as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin of my collarbone. “Excuses to come over to your ranch in the summer. Just so I could catch a glimpse of you working shirtless.”
He chuckled, a dark, possessive sound against my throat. “Oh, I noticed. Why do you think I always found reasons to take my damn shirt off whenever you and Travis showed up?”
The thought of him deliberately playing to my teenage crush, even back then, made me laugh, a sound that quickly morphed into a low moan as his hand slid lower, fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans.
“Tell me what you want.” His body was a solid, unyielding wall against mine, his erection pressing against my thigh.
“You,” I answered, meeting his intense gaze in the dim light. “Just you. Everything.”
His eyes, shadowed but blazing with heat, locked onto mine.
“I’m going to take you home, Timmy.” His voice dropped to a rough, gravelly whisper that sent electricity straight to my core.“Gonna lay you out on my bed and take my goddamn time with you. Been thinking about how you’d feel under me, how you’d sound, for years.”
“Keep talking like that,” I gasped, pulling his head down for another desperate kiss, “and we might not make it all the way to your bed.”
“Oh, we’ll make it.” His voice dropped even lower, becoming a rough, visceral promise whispered into my ear. “Because I want to hear every damn sound you make when I’m finally inside you. Want to see your face when you come apart for me. Want to feel you shatter in my hands.”
A low groan tore from my throat. I fisted my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer. “Then what the hell are we waiting for?”
He pressed one last, hard, possessive kiss to my mouth, branding me, before stepping back, his breathing ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Get in the truck,” he ordered, his voice strained. “Before I change my mind and take you right here against the damn fender.”
As I scrambled into the passenger seat, my limbs trembling with a mixture of adrenaline and anticipation, Wyatt circled around to the driver’s side. Before getting in, he paused, bracing a hand on the truck’s roof, looking up at the vast, star-drenched Texas sky as if gathering himself, reining in the intensity.
When he finally slid behind the wheel, the cab felt charged, intimate. He turned to me, a slow, predatory smile spreading across his face, full of heat.
I caught my lower lip between my teeth, anticipation coiling hot and tight deep in my stomach.
“It’s time to saddle up, sweetheart,” he drawled. The endearment fried my already sex-addled brain. “I’ve waited a very, very long time for this chance, and believe me, I’m going to make damn sure it’s a night you never forget. Guaranteed.”
CHAPTER THREE
