Page 30 of Finding Their Place

The slight furrow between his eyebrows eased as a slow smirk curled one side of his mouth.

Ruined panties stuck to my pussy, same as Garrett’s similar grin always affected me—and Wyatt and I still had a good thirty feet separating us.

He headed toward the high table where I sat shivering, his steps sure. Confident.

But with those wide shoulders and prominent pec muscles as well as the massive thighs flexing beneath his jeans, what man wouldn’t be sure of himself?

He had the type of eyebrows a woman would kill for, thick and perfectly arched above eyes that would cause any human to swoon. Pale blue. Lashes so thick and black they appeared wet.

Was there such a thing as more than divine perfection?

Absolutely criminal.

“Haley.” His rumbled tone raised goosebumps over my arms as he neared, and I slid off my stool onto weak legs to greet him.

Five feet of crackling energy between us. Three….

“Hey,” I squeaked out.

Wyatt came right into my personal space without asking, but I wouldn’t have denied him. He wrapped those arms around me like they belonged there, lifting me off the ground.

Good. Fucking. God.

Wyatt smelled of soap and male virility, his hard body there and gone before I got a chance to catch my breath and cop a proper feel.

“Thank you for pushing me to get out of my house and stop wallowing, Haley. I needed this.”

Warmth flooded my face as he set me onto my feet again. “My pleasure.” I tipped my head back to hold his gaze as his hands settled onto my waist.

“Sorry for grabbing you up like that—I just really needed a hug,” he murmured with his rumbly voice licking heat over my skin.

“And it was entirely too short to satisfy if you ask me,” I shot back, one of my eyebrows arching in suggestion that he try once more.

Wyatt’s smile grew, flashing pearly white teeth, and he snagged me up off the ground a second time, his nose in my hair, those strong arms of his banded around my back.

Had we been anywhere but Shadow’s, I’d have wrapped my legs around his waist and set to rutting against his hard body until I erupted.

“You smell good,” he murmured, his voice a rumbled groan emanating from the chest beneath my ear. “Like flowers and springtime.”

I filled my lungs with all things spice and man, melting inside over how delicious he felt against me.

Same as Garrett.

An inner sigh went through me at the thought Garrett might already have some guy on his knees, but I pushed against the sting in my chest, determined to focus on my date.

Rock hard arms smothered me against an equally granite-like torso that had every single one of my arousal buttons flicked the fuck on.

Wyatt was damn delicious—and I hadn’t seen or touched his skin.

Once he set me back on my feet and we separated to sit down, I decided my body’s reaction to touching his had nothing to do with my dry spell.

Clear skin, a beauty mark at the corner of one of his eyes, full lips, corded muscles even in his neck…the hint of tanned, bare chest I could make out between the opened buttons.

Muscular shoulders stretching the material of his shirt.

Inked forearms.

My mouth watered.

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