Page 40 of Finding Their Place

“You think I’ve fallen that hard already?” I asked with a snicker, pretending to hold onto those walls he’d crumbled down so easily, same as Garrett had done.

“I have.” Those blue eyes of Wyatt’s peered into mine, full of vulnerability and longing.

“Goddamnit, Wyatt.” I grabbed hold of his neck and yanked him down, needing distraction of my own.

Our lips met in a hard kiss, both of us moaning.

Absolutely criminal, just like I’d thought.

His tongue swept into my mouth as his arms banded around my waist, and my back bowed to arch the rest of me closer to him. Hands clutching at his hair, I swooned, going limp except for my lips and my core pulsing with every probe of his tongue along mine.

He tasted of sweetness and man, a heady mix—and fuck, did the man know how to kiss. Luscious slides of his lips over mine, a tasting, was further proof of how we connected.

A leg shoved between my thighs, and I whimpered, rubbing my pussy against him. He’d worked me to the breaking point before we’d reached my apartment…I was about to get that first taste of an appetizer.

I was going to come—

“Fuuuck,” I groaned into his mouth as my climax shuddered through me, and he cursed along with me, grabbing hold of my hair to angle my head.

“One down…dozens to go,” he murmured and claimed my lips again before I fully settled down from my high.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Wyatt ate at my mouth with the perfect blend of licking and nibbling, the lack of drool smearing over our flesh solidifying his perfection status.

A-plus kisser, Wyatt wasn’t just a rare specimen, but he was also the knight in shining armor atop that horned steed.

With a deep groan, he tore his mouth off me and stepped back, leaving me weak-kneed and shaking. “Take off your clothes,” he demanded in a husky, low rumble.

I cocked an eyebrow, ready to remind him he’d wanted to undress me—but he fisted his hands, a slight tremor breaking his stance. Did he not trust himself, or was he just so turned on again that he needed a moment to gain control?

Slowly, I shed my shirt. Kicked off my sandals. Peeled my capris off my legs.

I stood before him in a matching nude-colored panties and bra set, my skin pebbled, my heart racing.

“Fuck,” he groaned the word, his hands unclenching to flex where they hung at his thighs. “More.”

I unsnapped my bra and dropped it to the floor, and Wyatt licked over his lower lip before sucking the flesh in between his teeth again.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

“Panties,” he rasped, and I obeyed, my hands shaking as I slid my thumbs into the waist band and pushed them until they fluttered around my ankles.

“Christ, Haley, you’re even more perfect than I’d fantasized. Every sweet, achingly beautiful curve of you.” He swallowed audibly, the tension between us quivering his body, his words leaving me breathless. “Get on the bed.”

I tended to be the bossy one in the bedroom to ensure I got what I wanted, but I lusted to kneel down and bend to Wyatt’s every whim. Anything to keep that heat and raging passion in his eyes, those words of praise he rumbled that did silly things to my insides.

Turning, I gave him a view of my backside and climbed onto the bed.

He released a few curses, and I made sure to sway my ass while crawling to the center of the mattress.

A soft roll landed me on my back, and I spread my legs, unable to keep from touching where I ached.

Wyatt zoned in on my fingers as I traced my wet slit, up and down, up and down. “Fuck.”

“Get your ass over here and stick your dick inside me,” I finally let loose since he stood there staring rather than moving.

His gaze flicked to my face, one eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face. “On the edge again already?”

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