Page 45 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

She licked those plump, tempting lips of hers, which only made my dick harder, if that was even possible.

Christ!Nothing was going to stop this interlude except a natural disaster or her reluctance to continue.

“Wyatt,” she said again, this time in a needy whisper as her eyes turned liquid with desire.

I leaned forward, waiting for her to protest, but she didn’t, which sealed her damn fate as far as I was concerned.

“Don’t ever tell me that you’re not my type again,” I growled right before I did what I’d been tempted to do since the very first time we’d met.

Shelby

Wyatt kissed the same way he did everything else—with absolutely no hesitation and with so much power that I gasped into his mouth with shock as those skilled lips began to devour mine.

His embrace was hungry and sensual, and it made me feel things I’d never experienced before.

Need.

Longing.

And a heady arousal that stunned all of my senses.

Wyatt Durand wanted…me. And I could feel it with every touch.

I didn’t think.

I was beyond reason as I wrapped my arms around his neck, savoring his masculine, sexy scent as I fell deeper into the earthshattering embrace.

God, yes, I’d thought about what it would be like to be the center of Wyatt’s lustful attention.

I’d imagined what it would be like to be this close to him.

But even my imagination hadn’t been crazy enough to conjure up something likethis.

He stood, pulling me up with him until I was plastered against his muscular form.

My body started to shiver with desire as his tongue hotly demanded entrance and I opened to him like it was the most natural thing on Earth to do.

I’d never been held like this, kissed like this, like having me close to him was necessary to his very existence, and the carnal lust it fired in my body was almost overwhelming.

Heat flooded between my thighs, and my nipples were so hard that it was erotically painful as my breasts abraded against his very solid chest.

He felt good.

So. Damn. Good.

And he smelled and tasted like a sinful, arousing fantasy.

He wrapped his arms more tightly around me, his big hand stroking down my back until it finally landed on my jean clad ass so he could nudge my hips close enough to feel just how much he wanted me.

The man might be built like a tank, but there was nothing awkward about his sensual, persuasive assault on my senses.

He released my mouth and nibbled on my bottom lip, teasing me.

One of his hands released my hair from the clip that was restraining it behind my head, and his warm breath caressed my lips as he speared that hand into the fat, liberated curls.

I released a mesmerized sigh as I threaded my hands into his coarse, dark hair and yanked his mouth back to mine.

I needed to be fused with this enigmatic, gorgeous male, and if this was the only time I was ever going to experience something like this, I wanted it to last a little while longer.

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