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“What if I don’t want you to stop?”

“Don’t play with me, Chanel,” he growled. “Like you said, it’s been fifteen years. I’ve wanted you for fifteen fucking years. Don’t do this to me unless you’re serious.”

“Do you honestly think that I’d risk making a fool out of myself if I wasn’t serious?” I squawked. “If you reject me, then this is worse than my entire classroom trying to marry me off.”

The corner of his lip lifted in a sexy grin. “They only want you to be happy.”

“I know,” I acknowledged. “Still, marrying me off on career day is not the way to go about it.”

“Well, not all of them were trying to marry you off,” he pointed out. “That little boy in the corner was more concerned with getting my teammate’s goalie mask, so that he could be Jason for Halloween.”

“Yeah,” I said, appreciating how Wyatt was trying to ease my discomfort. “Samuel is a horror movie fanatic.”

“Chanel?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he said.

“Okay,” I squeaked.

“Then I’m going to touch you,” he went on.

Holy unicorns and leprechauns.

“Okay,” I mouthed, basic functions like speaking gone.

“Then I’m going to run my tongue all over your body.”

I started fanning myself.

“Then, with your permission, I’m going to fuck fifteen years of longing into that sweet body of yours.”

I started nodding like a nutjob. “Yeah…uhm…okay.” I started fanning myself harder. “Sounds…like…”

“Better than dinner?” he asked, and I knew that he was teasing me.

“I’m nervous,” I blurted. “I know it might not seem that way since I’m the one that brought this up, but I am. Full disclosure.”

Wyatt reached out, place one of his large hands on my hip, then yanked me towards him. “Would you believe me if I told you that I was nervous, too?”

“No.”

His lips turned into a full-on grin. “Well, I am.”

“Not like I am,” I whispered, but there was no going back now.

Chapter 5

Chanel~

Wyatt smirked, and it really was the sexiest thing ever. “Baby, you have no idea.”

“Kiss me before I freak out, Wyatt,” I choked out, nervous as hell.

Because he’d been pacing himself, telling me what he wanted to do to me, I didn’t expect him to reach out, grab the back of my head, then crush his lips to mine. I had expected slow and tender. I thought he’d want to savor this moment.

Yeah, no.

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