Page 110 of Promise Me Nothing
“Like what?”
He thinks for a second. “Well, there’s the c-word.”
“Nope.”
He nods. “Yeah. And there’s like, beaver, love button, poon, coochie, snatch, front butt. But I think my favorite was the Republic of Labia.”
I burst into laughter, unable to contain myself, the sound echoing off the concrete walls of the rooftop deck. Wyatt just smiles at me as my laugh finally starts to taper off.
“You have a great laugh,” he says.
I grin. Most people compliment my legs, so having a compliment on something he can’t see, something he has to hear and feel in his soul?
It feels good.
We finish up in the Jacuzzi, stepping out and drying off with the towels in the small cabinet filled with sunscreen, towels and – oh good lord, Lucas – condoms and lube.
I look at Wyatt with a pinched expression but he shakes his head. “Lucas has this thing cleaned a twice a month ever since an issue a few years ago when someone threw up in it and he didn’t know. Remmy about had a fucking meltdown.”
I laugh again, my shoulders relaxing, and we head back down the stairs and into the house to shower and change.
Wyatt showers first, emerging from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. My mouth drops open and he chuckles, leans in and gives me a kiss. “Your turn.”
Shaking my head, I jump into the shower, making quick work of cleaning the sand, salt and chlorine off of my body. When I get out, I put on this amazing peachy lotion that Paige gave me for my date with Wyatt the other night. Then I slip into a pair of yoga pants and a light sweater, since the temperature has cooled significantly.
Then I wander down to the living room, calling out his name when I don’t see him anywhere.
He comes out of the garage holding a blanket. “Fireworks start in about thirty minutes. Do you want to watch them on the rooftop or on Lucas’ balcony?”
I think about the layouts, ultimately deciding that sitting on the balcony with the better view of the pier would be best. So we head back to the very top again, each of us grabbing a hot chocolate and a donut before we curl into two of the loungers spread along the top.
“This has been such a great day,” I say out loud, though I don’t know if I’m telling Wyatt, reminding myself, or informing the universe.
He smiles at me, takes my hand and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss against my wrist.
After we’re done with our donuts, he tugs me closer, eventually pulling me off of my lounger with a laugh and drawing me over to sit between his legs.
I snuggle back into him, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. We sit in silence for a while, Wyatt’s hands resting softly on my stomach.
“How much longer until the fireworks?” I ask.
“They start at eight o’clock, so about ten minutes I think.”
I nod, shifting slightly. I pause when I feel Wyatt pressed hard against my back. I glance back at him and he smirks.
“It happens when you’re around,” he murmurs, and I flush.
I’ve seen him mostly naked, touched him, come with his mouth against me, and yet the idea of him getting hard just because I’m around? That’s what makes me blush?
I shake it off, smiling that I can make him feel such a surge of emotion, such a big physical response.
His fingers, which have been resting calmly on my stomach, do a light sweep, his thumbs rubbing lightly against my soft top, just below my breasts. And then it happens again, and again, and I picture him raising his hands and cupping them again, like he did in the Jacuzzi earlier.
I rest my hands on his knees, tracing the soft skin on the outside of his thighs, unable to help myself when I squirm a little bit against him.
His fingers stop, and I feel his soft pants of breath against my neck behind me. I feel overwhelmed, like a wire pulled taught, like I might snap at any moment. Which is the only reason I can explain how my hands lift and rest on top if his, urge them upwards, pressing his hands against my chest. My breathing picks up as he takes my lead, his fingers stroking my nipples softly through the fabric.
I moan, my body still so primed, so on edge after our moments in the hot tub earlier.
