Page 91 of Concealed

Wyatt has made that clear, and I’m both excited and terrified.

Where there is hope, there’s fear because someone can take your happiness away.

But I won’t let that happen.

He rustles in the bedside table to grab a condom, and I watch as he slides it down his solid length. As much as I want the sensation of him releasing inside me, he’s making the much smarter decision considering we haven’t had a birth control discussion.

And then the heavy weight of him comes down on me, one of his big hands pinning both of my wrists above my head while he bites, sucks, and licks my neck and earlobe. My legs rock restlessly as I squirm, somehow already desperate to come again.

He rests his forehead on mine and keeps our gazes locked when he slides inside me for the first time, stretching me with every deliciously slow thrust.

“Okay?” hums. “Not hurting you?”

My response is to tilt my hips and wrap my legs around his lean waist, using my heels to push his ass and force him to slide deeper inside me.

Every muscle in his body tenses, his neck and jaw clenched tightly. “You are so fucking tight that I could come right now. I won’t… But I could.”

I circle my hips underneath him and press my breasts into the solid wall of his chest. He’s inside me, and we’re still not close enough.

His responding glare is immediate.

“You’re evil,” he complains. “I’m going to have to start thinking about baseball stats. That might even be too much excitement. Maybe lawn bowling.”

We’re both laughing when he crushes his mouth to mine, and I love that we can be playful after the night we’ve both had.

Having someone to take half the load and make me smile no matter what the world throws my way means – everything. Wyatt is a true partner, and I’ve never experienced what that’s like until now.

Until him.

As soon as I saw him tonight, bruised, battered, beautiful, and full of pent-up aggression, I knew that he needed to get lost just as badly as I did.

His thrusts are slow but deep, taking me to my limit each time. His free hand snakes between us, and his thumb finds my clit on the first try. In the past, I could have drawn a map and my partners still wouldn’t have had a clue or even cared.

“Gonna need you to come on my cock, babe,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice hazy and slurred as though he’s been drinking.

But he’s just drunk on me and, damn, that’s powerful.

“I’m not coming until you do, and there is nothing I want more than to empty myself deep inside you. Right now.” His groans are so hot, they make my core ache.

His thumb adds kindling to the fire already burning so hotly inside me, and it’s so shockingly good that my back arches to get even more contact. It’s never enough even though I’m fairly certain my eyes have completely rolled to the back of my head.

When his pace quickens and his hips rock, expertly stirring all the secret places inside me that I didn’t even know existed until he found them, I come with his name repeated on my lips like an oath.

My new favorite word.

Wyatt.

“Oh, yeah, just like that, mmm, yeah, milk that cock for me, babe,” Wyatt groans. “You feel so fucking good. Are you ready for me? It’s right there, babe, I’m going to come for you now.”

He releases my wrists, and I wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him furiously even when his mouth goes slack as his control falters. One final drive inside me and his groan rumbles against my lips, connecting us in the most intimate moment I’ve ever had.

He flips our positions again so I’m riding him and the new, deeper angle has me gasping. He’s still hard as hell, still fucking me even though he came, and one of his hands works my clit while the other reaches up and massages my breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other.

“Fuck, I love these stripper tits,” he teases.

I start to laugh, but then unexpectedly come – again – and I can’t even believe what this man is doing to my body. Orgasms aren’t easy to come by unless I give them to myself, and Wyatt is totally changing the game.

When neither of us has anything left, I collapse onto his chest, making sure to avoid the bad shoulder, and settle into the crock of his arm.

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