Page 39 of Finding Their Place

Should have gotten myself off in the shower.

We climbed the stairs to my apartment, my backside burning from his gaze. Panties soaked and already breathless from raging desire, I couldn’t unlock the door fast enough. Couldn’t get across the threshold to hide us in privacy as quickly as I would have liked.

Garrett’s car had been outside, but he’d taken an Uber earlier in the day. The lights were still off when I let myself into our apartment, so I didn’t bother calling out to see if he’d gotten home.

It wasn’t yet nine—

A warm hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me back against a hard chest as the door snicked shut behind Wyatt.

“I’m dying to kiss you,” he whispered against my ear before I could hit the lights, and I gulped over how his low tone sent tingles straight to my clit.

Could a woman come from a sexy voice rumbling things like that in her ears?

“If you kiss me now, you’ll taste your cum in my mouth.”

“I’m bi, sweet Haley.” Wyatt nuzzled his nose along my neck. “I like the taste of spunk, even better if it’s mine on your tongue.”

A curse rang in my head and escaped like a hiss off my lips.

I turned on weak knees and sagged against him, peering up at him in what little city lights filtered through the closed blinds. “Then kiss me.”

“Your lips or all over every inch of your rocking body?”

A shudder ripped through me, leaving a field of goosebumps in its wake. “Yes.”

Rather than claiming my mouth, Wyatt lifted me into his arms, and I finally got the chance to wrap my legs around his trim waist. His bulge settled against my core, and I shivered.

“You’re hard again,” I murmured, grinding against him.

“It’s all you,” he said, his lips against my forehead. “Where’s your bedroom? I’m going to strip you down and lay you out like a feast before devouring you.”

Fucking hell, Wyatt knew how to push my buttons.

“First door on the left—if you can find your way there in the dark.”

He strode forward like he had night vision, nudging my bedroom door open with his foot. “Lights?”

Guess he wanted to see that feast before he ate it.

“Shift right,” I told him, and when he did so, I reached out to flick the switch.

Blinding white light flooded my bedroom, and we both blinked the glare away.

Pink had risen to his cheeks when I’d blown him, and the color still remained, giving him a flushed, sexy-as-fuck appearance that had me wanting so damn much my head swam.

He stood me on my feet beside my queen-sized bed, his focus on my face. “We haven’t discussed kinks or limits…”

“I thought I had a shit ton, but with you?” I shrugged, unable to help my smirk from the butterflies in my belly. “At this point, I’m not sure there’s anything you could do that would turn me off.”

“You’re just saying that because you haven’t had dick in eight months.”

Neither has Garrett…but he probably is right now.

I shook the thought from my mind.

“Nah.” I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, needing to get my hands on Wyatt’s body and forget about the other man I wanted. “You’re just damn…perfect.”

Wyatt grabbed my hand, stilling my intentions of stripping him naked. “No man is perfect, Haley. Please don’t put me up on some pedestal that I’m going to tumble from and leave us both miserable.”

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