Page 104 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

He treated me like I was fragile, which I probably was in the beginning of my recovery, but I was healthy and my body desperately wanted Wyatt’s.

I’m going to have to seduce him.

It wasn’t like the physical chemistry between us had gone away.

I knew Wyatt wanted me. He was just afraid to touch me because he didn’t want to hurt me.

While I adored his possessive, protective instincts, I was tired of being treated like an invalid.

There was no reason for it.

I’d been medically cleared forallactivity, and that included hot, sweaty sex.

I also wanted to tell him that I loved him. Not saying those words out loud was getting torturous.

I was no longer worried about voicing my emotions too soon. After what I’d been through, I really didn’t want to avoid those three little words any longer, even if Wyatt couldn’t say them.

Maybe it was too soon for him, but I knew how much he cared for me. He’d been there every step of the way during my recovery, both emotionally and physically.

He’d taken care of me when I was vulnerable. The problem was, he wasstilltaking care of me like I was that injured woman he’d hauled out of that cabin weeks ago.

I’d almost died at the hands of a serial killer, and I wanted him to know how I felt.

Tomorrow was never guaranteed. I’d learned that the hard way. After I was kidnapped, wondering when I was going to die, one of my most frequent thoughts had been ones of regret over never telling Wyatt how I felt.

I was just tossing a casserole in the oven for dinner when Wyatt came through the patio doors. He’d taken Xena out for a short, potty walk, and I watched as the pup went for her water bowl, and then headed for her bed in the living room for a nap.

My breath caught as he came into the kitchen. There would probably never be a time when I could look at Wyatt and still not be amazed that he was my guy.

Even in a pair of jeans and a faded T-shirt that hugged those glorious muscles of his, he was every woman’s fantasy.

My body literally ached to have Wyatt inside me, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could be close to him and not appease that longing.

Wyatt frowned before he kissed me on the forehead. “You didn’t have to cook.”

“I wanted to cook. It’s nothing elaborate,” I replied with a sigh. “I’m perfectly capable of making an easy meal, Wyatt. I’m starting back at The Friendly Kitchen next week.”

He shot me a steely, disapproving glance that would probably make most people run for cover, but I ignored it.

“Not happening,” he said gruffly.

“It’s absolutely happening,” I said as I smiled at him sweetly and crossed my arms over my chest stubbornly. “I’m completely healed, I work at home, and not getting out in the world again is making me crazy.”

He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Have you already forgotten that you were nearly killed by a psycho from that soup kitchen?”

“I don’t think that’s something I’ll forget anytime soon,” I said softly. “But I also can’t hide from the world because it happened. It was a fluke, Wyatt. One bad person out of many. I could meet a psycho anywhere in this city. It just happened to be there.”

I could see the tension in his body, even though we were a few feet away from each other. But I had to stand my ground on this one. If Wyatt had his way, I’d never leave the house again, and I’d be surrounded by a legion of his security. I couldn’t live a normal life that way.

He had to understand that the danger was over. Ted was dead. Life had to go on, and I didn’t want to continue to see him stressed out like this.

I also couldn’t stand it when he treated me like I was easily breakable when there was absolutely no reason for it.

“No,” he rumbled, his features set like they were made of stone.

My temper flared. Never once had Wyatt told me what to do except in the bedroom, where his bossy in bed thing was pretty damn hot.

This, however, was not hot, and he was pissing me off. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t move on with my normal life?” I said in a heated voice.

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