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She pushes onto her tiptoes as I tilt my face toward hers, our lips crashing together. I haven’t stopped thinking about her kisses in over two weeks. I haven’t wanted anything more than this as my tongue delves inside her mouth, drawing throaty moans from her. Pippa’s fingers deftly unbutton my shirt, the fabric floating open, and she drags her fingers down my chest.
“We shouldn’t…” I murmur against her jaw, kissing along it and down her neck, knowing I have no intention of stopping.
“Please, Wyatt,” she begs as her hands lower to my pants, tugging at the zipper. I circle her wrists to stop her before she can shove inside, my cock throbbing and desperate to feel her again.
Stepping back, I stare at the woman who single-handedly has the power to destroy me, before glancing at the door behind her.
Chapter Twenty
Wyatt’s attention shifts tothe door, and the same chill of rejection prepares to wash over me. Not wanting to take me up on my offer to join me in the shower after our one-and-done stung—why else would I have downplayed how much that night meant to me the following morning?—but if he does it again now...
I swallow, waiting with my heart in my throat.
“If we do this,” he starts, his voice low, gravelly, sexy. “It wo—"
“It doesn’t count,” I say quickly, cutting him off, not wanting to give him time to talk himself out of this. “International ground. What we do on French soil can’t be used against us at home.”
“You found that loophole fast,” he teases, and my god, I love it when he’s playful. It’s like he’s reserved it just for me.
I toss my hair over my shoulder, feeling pretty smug with myself, earning a smirk from Wyatt. It’s short-lived, though, ashe slowly stalks forward, and I feel like prey caught in his snare as his eyes darken with desire.
Desire for me.
“That night, I didn’t have enough time to do everything I wanted to. I had to settle for a taste, but now, I’m going to overindulge,” he says, the words husky doing stupid things to my libido. The little fight he has in him disappears as his hands find my hips, his fingers branding marks into my skin, even through the fabric of my yoga pants. “And I’m going to enjoy every second of it. I’ll devour you, savor you, learn every way your body lights up when I touch it”—I suck in a breath as he drags my tank top up and over my head, letting it fall to the floor—“lick it”—he dips his head, his nose running down the length of my throat, sucking when he reaches the bottom—“kiss it.” He bends and mouths my breast, over the cotton of my bra, my nipples instantly hardening. “I’ll make you get on your knees, suck my cock like you were so eager to when you sucked my fingers, like a greedy little slut.”
My pussy throbs for him to call me that again and again. “Do you want to hear me gagging around your cock, Captain?” I tease, saliva pooling in my mouth at the thought.
His nostrils flare as his gaze drops to my mouth. “I want that and so much more. I want to feel every muscle flutter and pulse as you writhe on top of me so good that you’d win gold for riding cock.”
An extremely unsexy snort sneaks past my lips, causing Wyatt to smile as he straightens, his blue eyes locked on mine, making me feel hot all over. I duck my head, breaking the connection, feeling my cheeks flush until his fingers touch my chin, tilting my head up, mirth dancing on his face.
“What? Too much?” He trails his thumb across my lower lip before leaning to whisper, “What about, I want to memorizehow you sound when you cry out my name, remember your face when you’re overcome with pleasure? All because of me.”
I’m nodding lazily as he runs his tongue up the shell of my ear while unfastening my bra. My pulse thrashes violently on the side of my neck, beating faster with each swipe until he bites on my earlobe. I gasp, my hands flying to his shoulders to keep myself steady.
“You say such pretty things, Captain Grant,” I taunt, my words morphing into a squeal as he increases the pressure. “Ouch.”
“What did I say about calling me that?”
“But when the punishment is so delicious, how can I resist—” I yelp as he wraps his hands around my thighs, hauling me into the air.
My back hits the mattress before I know what’s happening, Wyatt’s shirt is fully off and his pants hang low around his hips. My eyes hungrily sweep over his body, across the ink that covers almost every glorious inch of him. I want to see him fully naked in all his glory. I want to map every tattoo with my tongue and trace outlines around them until they’re all permanently stored inside my head the way they are on his body.
He doesn’t give me any more time to linger as he crawls on top of me, his lips melding to mine in a searing kiss that could melt me through the mattress. I love the weight of him on me, the way his skin feels against mine, every molecule in my body reacting deliciously to his contact.
Lowering to the junction between my legs, his strong fingers rub my pussy through my leggings. But it’s not enough. I need more as I widen my legs, relishing the friction the cotton makes against my sensitive flesh, but I want the material gone. I want to feel his fingers on me without a barrier. Ineedhim to touch me the way he did that night weeks ago.
“Wyatt,” I groan, but the sound is pathetic even to my ears as I wiggle against the bed.
His chuckle vibrates on my lips. “So impatient,” he murmurs, lowering to take my nipple between his teeth.
He bites down hard enough that I hiss, my back arching as his hand finds the other, kneading roughly. He sucks hard to the point of pain, making me pant, the wet pop obscene as he lets go before gently blowing on the bud. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as I wriggle under his touch.
“So responsive to just my breath.” His blue eyes hold my gaze before he continues his journey with a smirk. A filthy smirk that promises insurmountable pleasure that only he can deliver. “Let's see if you react the same with my tongue.”
I squirm impatiently as my core pulses with excitement. “Then undress me and show me.”
I shove at his shoulders, urging him down. His hands circle my wrists, his expression fierce as he pins them to the bed. “When I’m good and ready. Act like a brat and I won’t touch you at all.”
