Page 36 of Something New

“No marks, Wyatt, dammit.”

He lifted his head and narrowed his gaze at her. “I don’t care who sees it.”

She scowled at him and tugged his hair. “Well, I don’t need the goddamn speculation. I have enough problems already.”

He licked it once, defiantly, then moved lower to lay a kiss on her nipple through the lace of her bra. She moaned and closed her eyes, fingers flexing in his hair, nails pricking just enough to remind him they were there, a light scoring to tease him. He tongued the sensitive nub, wetting the lace thoroughly before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment until Anna was writhing on the bed. He loved her sensitive breasts. He could play with them all day long and could even make her orgasm from them. But he had a bigger game today, a bigger goal in mind.

He slid her bra out of the way and began massaging the mounds, tweaked the nipples until they were hardened points. Meanwhile, he kissed his way down her gently curved stomach, stopping for a moment to tease her navel. Her legs shifted restlessly on the bed so he draped his leg across her, gripping her in place.

His cock was as hard as a lead pipe in his pants, but he wasn’t done with Anna, not by a long shot. He hoped he could hang on and not embarrass himself like an untried high school kid and finish before he’d even started. He didn’t dare take off his pants, not yet. It would be game over then. His control was hanging by a thread and Anna’s moans were a direct line to his erection.

He undid the button and zipper on her capris and slid them down, placing butterfly kisses on the skin exposed. Anna lifted to help him remove the pants, but he left the white lace panties. He was a sucker for white lace, especially this tiny scrap of nothing. He traced the outline with his tongue, slipping his fingers underneath to the soft skin. She was so wet and ready. Her legs fell open, her hips tilted in invitation. He slid a finger into her, rimming her entrance, teasing her with a hint of what she desperately wanted. But Anna had never been shy, and she grabbed his head and pushed, demanding without saying a word.

He plunged the finger in deep, then added a second one, finger-fucking her, curling it until it hit her special spot that made her eyes roll back. He lightly touched his tongue to her swollen center and licked. She arched off the bed with a low cry and convulsed, coming so quickly, he was almost dislodged.

He chuckled. “Wow, Anna. Let’s see if we can do that again.”

He petted around her sensitive flesh, letting her come down from her orgasm. His cock throbbed insistently, demanding to be set free, but Wyatt gritted his teeth, vowing to be patient. He didn’t know when this chance would happen again, and he wanted it to be electric. Slowly he brought her up again, building her intensity with fingers and tongue until she thrashed on the bed, begging, pleading for relief. He held her on the edge for several long seconds, then gave her relief.

While she was recovering, he shucked his pants and donned a condom and settled between her thighs. She opened her eyes languidly and blinked at him. “I’m good now, thanks. I think I’ll be able to sleep.”

He grinned and slowly pushed in, one inch at a time. Her eyes widened at the slow invasion. She was tighter than he remembered, but she felt like heaven, a snug, velvet glove that fit him like home. Finally, he was seated to the hilt, bottomed out. Her channel pulsed around him, her orgasm building again.

“Ready, Anna?”

She wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her hips. They never had a problem with rhythm, finding theirs quickly. Anna came again while Wyatt tried to hold on, but it was too much. A few short thrusts after Anna climaxed, Wyatt finished too. Spent, he lay over her, exhausted.

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Anna lay boneless under Wyatt, her arms stretched out on the bed, sweat glistening on her skin. All she wanted to do was burrow into Wyatt, his warm body, the sexy, musky scent that always turned her on. She lifted a hand weakly and stroked his back, from his shoulder, down his torso, his muscles tensing under her fingers. He groaned and rolled off of her to the side, propping himself up on his elbow to quietly look at her, an unreadable expression on his face.

“You never answered my question.”

She let out an exasperated breath. “Seriously, Wyatt? That’s what you want to talk about right now? Because I’m feeling pretty damn good and just want to lie here and wallow.”

He smirked. “Been a while?”

She glowered at him. “You went off awfully quick, too. Somehow, I don’t recall that from before.”

He grunted. “Been busy with the season.”

He swung his legs around and sat up on the bed, his back to her. Scratches marred his torso, and she reached up and traced one of them. He stiffened under her touch, and she dropped her hand, the unspoken rejection stabbing her in the heart harder than any words. She sat up in bed, wrapped a sheet around her, striving to don her armor as protection against whatever Wyatt was about to do. She told herself she could handle it. She was prepared. She was wrong.

“So, that’s it? Just avoid the question, and use sex to muddy the waters, hoping I’ll forget? Well, I won’t forget, Anna. I deserve an answer.”

She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest, her brows furrowed. “I don’t understand, Wyatt. What do you want me to say? Do I have regrets? Yes, I’m sure you do too. Do I want to spend the week reliving my past and agonizing over something I can’t change? No.” Her voice rose, anger replacing the languor that had suffused her body after her orgasm.

He stood and grabbed his pants, pulling them on, not once looking at her. Once they were zipped, he turned, eyes zeroing in on her. “So, instead, we’ll jump into a relationship or whatever this is?”

She fisted the sheet, twisting the material in her hands. “I don’t know what this is, Wyatt. I never expected to jump into bed with you. You’re the one who followed me. Maybe I should ask you.”

He ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I don’t know what this is either, or what you want. Maybe it’s just a reminder of the past, a quickie for old times’ sake. But I thought we meant something to each other, thought we had more than a shallow relationship built on great sex. I guess I was wrong.”

He headed for the door, and Anna reached a hand out for him, but he was just out of reach, just like most of their relationship. “Where are you going? Wait, Wyatt. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “I think you need to think about this, about us, about what you want. I deserve total honesty. And so do you. We have unfinished business, Anna, and I need to know what went wrong back then. When you’re ready for that, you know where to find me. But don’t wait too long. I may not be waiting.”

He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door quietly behind him, leaving Anna alone in the night, trying to figure out where it all went wrong. Again.

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