Page 43 of The Hearts We Fumble
Wyatt yelps, squirming beneath me, but I move fast, pinning her wrists above her head and locking them together with one hand. My body presses against hers, my forehead nearly brushing hers as I lean in.
Her chest rises and falls, and despite every ounce of self-control I try to cling to, my eyes betray me—catching the way her nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of her shirt.
I grit my teeth, dragging my focus back to her eyes.
“I’m gonna ask you one more fuckin’ time, Wyatt Lynn,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “And I expect you to answer me honestly. What the hell did you mean by that comment?”
She lets out a frustrated grunt, twisting beneath me, trying to buck me off. It’s a useless attempt.
I chuckle, tightening my hold just enough to remind her who’s in control. “You’re gonna have to try a whole lot harder, firecracker, if you think you’re gonna move me. I’m six-five and pushing two-fifty. You don’t stand a chance.”
Her glare is sharp enough to cut steel. “Have I told you how annoying you are recently?”
I smirk. “Not today, but you’re welcome to remind me—as long as I get to return the favor.”
She jerks her hips again, her legs kicking, pushing the blanket the rest of the way down.
And that’s when it happens.
Her chest brushes against mine, the heat between us damn near suffocating.
Even in the dim glow of the night-light across the room, I see it—the shift in her eyes. The slow rise and fall of her breath. The way her body reacts to mine despite the fight she’s still trying to put up.
She wants this just as much as I do.
And fuck, if that doesn’t make it even harder to hold myself back.
“I want you to make me a promise,” I say, my voice softer now, my grip loosening just enough.
She swallows hard. “What?”
“Promise me you won’t go to another party in Keaton again.”
Her brows pinch. “Why?”
I drop my head slightly, brushing my lips close to her ear, inhaling the citrus and honeysuckle scent that still lingers on her skin.
“Do you trust me?”
She exhales sharply, jaw tightening, like she’s fighting against something inside herself. But when her gaze meets mine again, there’s no hesitation.
“Of course I do,” she whispers.
And then, just barely audible, she mumbles something else. Something that sounds an awful lot like,Although I probably shouldn’t.
But I choose to ignore it.
Because right now, her body is beneath mine, her pulse is hammering against my fingertips, and the only thing that matters is that she does.
“I’m only making you promise me this because I’m looking out for you,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Okay? Because I don’t trust those fuckers, and I’m trying to keep you safe. If you want to push my buttons, I’m sure there are better ways than messing around with rats.”
Wyatt doesn’t answer right away. Her lips press into a thin line, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she searches my face. I stay silent, my gaze locked onto hers, waiting her out.
Finally, she exhales, rolling her eyes like I’m the most insufferable person on the planet. “Fine. I promise. Is that all now?”
She shifts beneath me, and my hips rock against hers. The second she stills, eyes going wide, I know she feels it—the solid press of my hard dick against her stomach.
Her gaze snaps to mine, her pupils blown wide with something that isn’t just surprise.
