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And, damn, it’s liberating.

He’s tense at first, uncertain, but his resistance breaks in seconds, and he crushes my body flush to his, one fist tangled in my hair and the other on my lower back.

I know he wants me – hello, gigantic, hard cock, nice to meet you – he keeps his mouth closed even though his pressure is strong, firm, and oh so insistent.

I part my lips and tease him with the tip of my tongue, inviting him to enter me. Not in the way that I’m craving, but hey, it’s a start.

He groans into my mouth, and then he’s everywhere at once. I can’t catch my breath, move, or even think.

His tongue dancing with mine and exploring every inch of my mouth.

His hands dropping to my ass and grabbing me so tightly that I’m forced onto my tiptoes.

His scent invading my nostrils – pine, mint, andWyatt, my absolute favorite combination of delicious.

His groans rumbling low in his throat and making my lips tingle and vibrate.

His cock – Jesus, his cock – grinding against me while he deepens a kiss that has already stolen all my common sense.

When he pulls away and takes a step back, I whimper as my body temperature drops to frigid despite standing on a California beach in the summer.

“Does that answer your question about what I was thinking?” he growls.

Chapter 9

Wyatt

Jesus,Rebeccaissexyjust-kissed.

Her hair is mussed from my fingers, her breasts heave as she struggles to catch her breath, and her already pouty lips are even more swollen than usual from my eager kisses.

Even though it’s a warm night, she’s shaking and goosebumps are visible on her skin in the moonlight. The woman is an absolute fantasy come to life.

She wants me.

And I’ll be damned if I don’t want her back.

“I was hoping you weren’t really thinking about your schedule,” she manages.

I bark out a laugh while trying to get rid of the unsteadiness rocking through me. I’ve never been off-balance from just a kiss, but it wasn’tjust a kiss. It was laced with so much more meaning because of the reason Rebecca was brought into my life.

Trust.

She believes I won’t hurt her and that I’ll protect her from anyone who threatens to.

Desire.

She wants me badly enough that her past is quickly fading.

Hope.

She can have the life and future she wants, even though, long-term, it won’t be with me.

Countless other men would be far more practical choices. She needs someone who will come home to her every night and doesn’t work a job she hates.

But if she needs someone to practice with, someone to help her build up courage, someone to remind her just how fucking magnificent she is so that she never, ever settles for less again, then that someone might as well be me.

I am more than up for the job of Mr. Right Now, and she is more than welcome to use me however she wants.

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