Page 89 of Concealed

At least, we better not be.

This would usually be the point in a sexual encounter when my partner would push inside me whether I was ready or not – and I usually wasn’t.

But that’s just how sex goes.

And with Wyatt, all I have to do is look at him and my body aches, so I’m already ahead.

He must sense my confusion because his grin is positively wolfish when he drops to his knees, grabs the back of my legs, and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “I’m touching you tonight.”

“You’re the one who got shot,” I remind him. “Don’t you want a blowjob or something?”

He half-laughs, half-groans. “Yes, please. After.”

When his head starts to dip between my thighs, my entire body tenses. It’s not the time to talk about the past because I don’t want anything between us. But I can’t stop myself – this moment is just so different from anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Sex was never about me before,” I whisper. “Pleasure was never about me.”

“It is now, babe. It is now.”

Wyatt is so remarkably strong, yet also wounded. His face is an open book and shows how totally vulnerable he is in his eagerness to have me. He was so worried about me and what I went through tonight when he’s the one who literally had bullets flying at him.

I’ve never had anyone care about me so deeply.

The depth of emotion between us ignites a desire in my core that spreads throughout my entire body. Touching every part of him in the shower to make sure he was really okay wasn’t enough to sate me.

I need him inside me, and it’s so much more than physical longing.

Wanting him – in every possible way – is impossible to ignore.

I relax my thighs, ready to do whatever he wants, and just go with it. He groans as he kisses his way up my legs, and I’m already going to explode. Most men skip the foreplay class, and he’s already paying more attention to me than anyone else ever did.

Even when I’ve left him high and dry not once, but twice, even when he’s exhausted, and even when he had a terrible night that must be mentally wrecking him, he’s still taking his time with me because he knows I need it.

Need him.

Wyatt is too much.

He’s perfect.

His tongue glides along my heated skin toward the apex of my thighs, and every muscle in my body trembles. I’m already needy and desperate, but this time it’s safe to let go and just feel him.

He’ll catch all the broken pieces and keep me whole.

There is nothing left to be scared of when I’m in his arms and under his touch.

And I never want to leave him.

Without a moment of hesitation, he dips his head between my legs and roughly parts my tender flesh with his calloused thumbs, licking along my slit with a loud groan. I’m shaking so badly it’s like I have hypothermia, and I will never be able to get enough of this man.

“Damn, babe, you are so wet for me,” he groans, and it’s so sexy because his voice is muffled from between my legs. “You taste just as good as I knew you would. My new favorite flavor. My fucking addiction.”

His tongue gently circles my clit, and my hands fist in his hair, anchoring him in place. All of the fear from tonight flies out of my body, and I’ve never been more secure about my place in the world – and it’s right here with him.

This man is about to witness me coming apart, and all I can think is more,

more,

more.

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