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This time she was satisfied to see his eyes roll up, and he flipped her to the floor, following her down, nestling himself between her thighs. He resumed his slow torture, but this time on the breast, with his fingers teasing the nipple he had released. She writhed in his arms, begging for more. He slid his hand down her torso under the waistband of her shorts to tease the edge of her lace panties, dipping under the elastic to stroke and entice. Her hips arched into his touch, rocking into his hips, his cock bumping against her, but not quite enough.

She tugged at the waistband. “Off. Now.”

He chuckled and lifted slightly to help her shaking fingers undo his pants and slide them off, revealing his cock, jutting straight out, hard and ready for her. She groaned at the sight and reached for him, caressing his length, rubbing the dot of pre-cum around the head to lubricate her movements. He arched into her, head falling against her shoulder, groaning as she rubbed harder and harder.

Finally, he pulled away. “Not yet. We’re not even close to being done.” He pulled out a couple of foil packets from his pocket and threw them on the floor next to them and quirked a grin. “Always hopeful.”

“Thank God,” she replied. “Now get your ass back here and finish what you started.”

He kissed her quickly, then trailed kisses back down her throat and chest, bypassing her breasts this time to arrow straight down, with only a brief pause to tease her navel. Her stomach tightened, and she giggled.

He ran his fingers lightly up her sides. “Still ticklish, Anna? I would have thought you had gotten over that by now.”

Her giggles turned to full out laughs as he continued to torture her with light, teasing touches along her ribs. “Stop, Wyatt.”

He slid off her shorts, then tugged at her panties and, in one motion, tore them off of her, tossing the shredding lace to the side. “Hope those weren’t your favorite pair.”

“Make it worth my while, and I’ll forgive you.”

He placed a kiss directly at the top of her bare slit, his tongue sliding into her wetness to curl around the sensitive bud that was engorged and throbbing. She twisted at his touch, but his legs tangled with hers, trapped them against the mattress. He wrapped his arms around her, his hands gripping her thighs in place, and he proceeded to lick and suck her to the first of hopefully many orgasms that night. She came so forcefully, she almost jerked out of his grip, but he held on and pushed her higher to a second one, his fingers rimming her entrance, then plunging to rub against her special spot deep inside, sending her over the edge for the second time. Finally, after he had wrung a third climax out of her, and she was boneless on the floor, he crawled up her body and kissed her.

He grabbed a condom and sheathed himself. “Are you ready for me, Anna?”

She lifted her hand weakly. “I’m good.”

He laughed, then positioned himself at her entrance, slowly pushing inside, eyes firmly fixed on her. She curved her hands around his torso and wrapped her legs high around his waist, pulling him closer until he was firmly seated inside. Her head fell back with a sigh. “I’ve missed you, Wyatt.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve missed you too, Anna.”

Then he moved, his length dragged along her sheath, hitting just the right spot every time until she was arching into his thrusts, crying his name and begging for relief. He kept going, his thrusts getting harder and more forceful, and she met him, hips slapping together until she came with a loud cry. He followed her over a couple of thrusts later, falling onto her, drained of all energy.

“I’ll move in a minute.”

She fluttered her hand weakly. “Whatever.”

* * *

Wyatt disposed of the condom and grabbed a blanket off the bed on his way back from the bathroom. Anna still lay in the sitting area where they had made love, in a semi-doze. He set her on his lap and wrapped them both in the blanket, cuddling her close, enjoying the afterglow. The storm was still raging outside, the rain bands fierce and the winds howling. Occasionally thunder and lightning shook things up, but they barely noticed, snuggled in the cocoon of their own making. Wyatt rested his chin on Anna’s head and listened to her deep, even breathing, showing she had fallen asleep.

Talk about fucked up. A part of him was glad he hadn’t gone the route of professional football, followed Anna to Hollywood. What would his life have been like if he had media swarming around him like that? Would he have had the patience to deal with it the way she had? And she had dealt with it in her own way, creating a hard outer shell to protect herself, a persona that could be Bianca St. John, and kept her softer, sensitive self hidden deep inside where no one could hurt her. Or get close.

It sounded like such a lonely existence, to have everyone assume the worst about her and not being able to defend herself without being made to look like the bad guy. While a part of him was glad he hadn’t gone with her, another part bore an enormous load of guilt for letting her down, for not being there for her as her partner, the person she could rely on in those moments. He hadn’t had any reason not to go except his own petty resentment. He had no career, no prospects at the time. All he had was anger.

God, he felt like a world class ass. But this time, he could do better. He could help her, work with her, and be the partner she needed. His circumstances were different, but he’d make them work. They both would. Because this was too special to give up a second time.

Chapter Twenty

Anna woke up to the sun streaming in the window, the storm having passed in the night. She stretched like a cat, feeling deliciously sore in all the right places. She and Wyatt had made up for lost years last night, passing the time in a haze of passion, but more than that, in each other’s arms, rekindling the closeness they had lost. Engulfed in his arms, she felt safe, comforted, and loved—a feeling she had not had since she left Wyatt, no matter how many men she had dated. She hadn’t trusted any of them enough to spend much time with them.

With Thursday dawning bright and clear, she woke with a new outlook on her life. She didn’t know where she was going with her career or her life, but with Wyatt by her side, she was invincible. Speaking of which, she stretched her arm out and encountered a cooling sheet where Wyatt had been. The bathroom door opened, and he emerged, a towel wrapped low around his hips, and a sexy grin when he saw her awake.

“You’re up early. I thought maybe we could… you know.” She waggled her eyebrows.

“Wasn’t last night enough for you, insatiable woman?” He dropped the towel and crawled across the bed, pulling the sheet away from her as he came up.

She spread her legs and wrapped them around his hips. “I have a lot of time to make up for, and so do you.”

He grinned wolfishly and leaned down to brush his lips against hers. “We have to be quick. There’s a lot of work to be done to get ready for the wedding. The storm did a lot of damage.”

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