Page 31 of How to Say I Do
So I was leaping. Flinging myself into this, and falling. I’d gone jet skiing, swum with sea turtles, drunk bottles of wine, and finger painted constellations. I looked into Wyatt’s eyes and saw desire, and I felt an equal desire flicker inside me.
IwantedWyatt, and I wanted everything that meant.
“Noël…” Wyatt brushed a kiss over the corner of my eye. “Noël, you gotta to tell me if—”
No, no talking. This wasn’t the time for that. I nuzzled him, moving my cheek and my nose across his cheek and nose. His eyes were whispering words he couldn’t say aloud.Please— I want— Do you—
The night spiraled beyond him. I heard Liam and Savannah laughing, heard the rumble of a tambourine, heard the smooth strum of a Spanish guitar.
“Wyatt, kiss me.” My lips moved against his as I spoke.
He stopped dancing like his feet had turned to stone, and his hands rose and cradled my face. He searched my gaze for a single moment before he leaned in and seized my lips with his own.
Wyatt tasted like sea salt and waves, chapped lips, and the coconut margarita he’d had earlier. Like promises and patience and the way he’d touched his fingers to his hat brim when he’d said “Howdy” in Dallas. Like sweetness and adoration and the first blush of falling in love.
The world was gone, replaced by Wyatt. His lips moving over mine, his breath shuddering across my lips. His tongue, slipping out to tease at the same time his thumbs glided over my cheekbones.
Tiki torches and drums. Moonlight melting into firelight. Liam’s voice somewhere over my shoulder. Wyatt in my arms. My hands were everywhere, greedy for him, traveling up his arms and over his shoulders and down to his chest. He dragged me closer, burying his face against mine.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered.
Wyatt slammed me into the wall of his hotel room as soon as he got the door open. His room was closer, and we’d been on each other since the moment we’d escaped from the circle of tiki torches. There’d been frantic kisses and me climbing him like a tree until he’d hefted me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist while he backed me against a palm trunk. His hands had run under the hem of my t-shirt, his fingers dancing up my sides until they found my nipples. I’d tossed my head back, and he’d moved his lips to the side of my throat, sucking at the sensitive skin above my pulse—
Between there and his hotel room door had been a blur. We’d gone wall to wall in the stairwell, kissing and making out feverishly. His palms on my ass cheeks, mine on his deltoids and his biceps, then his carding through my hair. He’d caged me face-first against his hotel-room door and sucked the back of my neck, thrusting his hips—and a gigantic erection—against my ass. I’d slammed an open palm against his door and moaned, rocking back into him like I had any idea at all what I was asking for. I’d never felt another man’s erection on me in my life.
Wyatt’s hands shook as he fought with his keycard in the door. I’d spun in his arms—turnabout was fair fucking play—and sucked a hickey into his collarbone as he struggled with plastic and slots. He’d turned to jelly, his forehead on mine, panting while his fingernails clawed weakly at the door. I'd wrapped a leg around his thigh—
The lock beeped, the handle turned, and he’d flung the keycard into the room, swept me into his arms, and carried me across the threshold and straight to the wall, where he was now grinding into me like we could become a single person if only we tried a little bit harder.
He pulled my hands over my head, trapping me. His cock was hard and heavy and throbbing against mine, which was equally as hard. I guess I was capable of feeling this way about a man. And, more importantly, of doing something about it.
My shirt rose in a blur of cotton. He pushed it over my head and let the fabric bunch around my elbows. I was incapable of movement unless he was the one moving me. He grabbed my ass in both of his hands, holding me up, and buried his face in my chest. I groaned, grinding into the wet heat of his kiss. My ankles locked behind his back. He growled and bit down on my nipple.
Wyatt spun me from the wall to the bed, tossing me to the center of his mattress. Springs creaked, and then he was on me, his knees between my spread thighs, his hands bracketing my head. His lips locked on mine again. He spared a second to fling away his t-shirt.
Skin to skin, my hands grabbing his hair and tugging, his palm gliding up my leg and holding me to his side. I’d never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him. My nerves melted down, and for that moment, there were no confusing mornings ahead and no days from my past when I’d been heartbroken and bereft. There was only Wyatt in my arms and between my legs, kissing me like the world was ending. We could have gone wild and humped each other and come just like that. I was on the edge, already gone with the headiness of him.
He sucked my nipple into his mouth again while one big hand dropped to the tie of my board shorts. My back bowed as he tongued me, fast and furious, and my fingernails left long, deep furrows on his back. He hissed as he buried his face into the soft hollow of my belly.
He held his hand over my open fly. I was so hard I was trembling, all of my blood vacuumed out of my brain and sent south. My hips thrust in tiny hitches upward, trying to chase his touch. I could feel the heat of his palm, maddeningly close to the prize. “Wyatt—”
He kissed a slow and careful circle around my belly button. “Noël… Are you sure you—”
“Fuck, are you kidding me? Don’t you dare stop.”
Our eyes met, and that mouth of his, that gentle, tender, sweet mouth, dropped to my belly and—
Time lost its shape. Everything became hazy, solid as melted caramel. His fingers tugged down my board shorts, drawing the fabric lower, lower, until I popped out, all of me, hard and aching. He kept going, undressing me and sliding my shorts down my legs. He kissed a slow, straight line from my inner thigh, where my new tan line began, all the way north. I stopped breathing.
Oh God, hismouth. He sucked me in smoothly, kneading my asscheeks while I made incoherent noises, babbles and groans that tried to be his name. One of my legs wrapped around his shoulders. His cheeks hollowed as he gazed up at me, my cock buried in his mouth.
Fuck. I grabbed his shoulder, his hair, yanked on his strands. I’d tried to be polite, but this was too much. Too fucking much, too unbelievable, too incredible. There was a sound coming out of me, long and bright and high. “I’m going to—”
Wyatt hauled me closer, dragging me in by my ass as he swallowed. I squeezed with my thighs and tried not to strangle him as I fucked his throat, shouting his name. It went on and on, time going as liquid as my bones. His eyes rolled back, and he dug his fingers deeper into my asscheeks as hekeptswallowing. I thought I’d come every last drop, but, no, there was still more—
I curled around Wyatt as I pushed him off of me, too sensitive to let him keep sucking. My legs were jelly. His arms wobbled like palm trees in a hurricane, barely holding him up. I pulled him to me, one hand sliding down his belly until I wrapped my hand around his cock.
I brought us forehead to forehead, and he stared into me like he was looking at something wondrous and unimaginable. I tried my best to stroke him, even though everything was confusing and backward and wrong-angled. I wasn’t good enough, not nearly as amazing for him as he’d been for me. I needed to—
