Page 75 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

There was something between Wyatt and me that I’d never experienced in a relationship before. It was a connection that I couldn’t explain if I tried.

Wyatt rolled on his back, taking me with him until I was sprawled on top of his body like a limp noodle.

His arms tightened around me, like he was afraid I was actually going to go somewhere.

We stayed just like that for several minutes, and I basked in the unfamiliar post-coital bliss.

Wyatt had just rocked my world, and I probably wouldn’t move if the house fell down around the two of us.

“That was definitely worth waiting for,” Wyatt said after he’d recovered, his teasing tone amused.

I lifted my head to look at him. “Was it?”

The experience had been earthshattering for me, but Wyatt had made it that way because he was a damn stud.

His brows lifted. “Surely you don’t even have to ask that question. I’m laying here butt naked and unable to move because you almost killed me. You’re a fucking goddess, sweetheart, and I’m the lucky asshole who has you in my bed.”

Relief flooded over me as I surveyed his earnest expression. I knew he was telling me exactly what he thought.

He continued, “Certainly you don’t believe that ice cube bullshit anymore. You’re hotter than hell in bed. I’m pretty sure that I have the marks on my back to prove it.”

I smiled at him, my heart aching because I’d found the one man who made me feel like a sexual goddess.

Not only had I found that guy, but he was Wyatt Durand, the most amazing man I’d ever met.

I stroked a gentle hand over his hair as I said, “You make me so happy that it’s scary sometimes.”

“I feel the same way,” he replied. “There aren’t a lot of women who would put up with my cranky ass.”

I shook my head. “Your cranky ass is only one small part of who you are, Wyatt, and I happen to like it.”

Wyatt was a fascinating mix of characteristics that were often conflicting, but he was an irresistible puzzle that I could never resist trying to figure out.

He could be grumpy to someone who didn’t know him, but there was so much more to Wyatt Durand than what most people saw on the exterior.

He was supportive of anything I wanted to do in my career.

He was highly protective of the people who were important to him.

He had an innate kindness inside of him that he didn’t really want anyone to see.

He was brilliant and driven to keep Durand Industries a company that would make his father proud.

Yeah, he could be sarcastic and abrasive, but his life experiences had made him throw up those defenses.

I couldn’t fault him for wanting to protect himself. I’d done the same thing myself after what had happened in Montana.

If he didn’t protect himself, there would be people in his world who wouldn’t hesitate to destroy him.

“I think you’re the only person who’s ever said that they actually like me the way I am,” Wyatt mused.

“I adore you exactly the way you are,” I corrected, and then leaned down to kiss him.

“That’s convenient,” he answered when I’d pulled back from the kiss. “Because you’re stuck with me now.”

I sighed. “I could think of worse fates to have.”

“I think I probably stink,” he said as he slapped my ass lightly. “We need a shower.”

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