Page 46 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

I was panting when we finally came up for air, and I was clinging to Wyatt because my legs wouldn’t quite hold me up.

“Fucking hell, woman,” he said hoarsely as his mouth trailed from my sensitive earlobe to my neck. “You’re killing me.”

“Wyatt,” I murmured, my voice merely a whisper as I tilted my head to give him access to anything he wanted.

“If you don’t stop talking to me in thatfuck-mevoice,” he warned ominously. “I’m not responsible for the consequences. Has it become crystal clear to you that you’re exactly my type of woman?”

I smiled.

I couldn’t help it.

He had no idea what it felt like to know that he wanted to get me naked so badly that his patience was razor thin because of that desire.

The feel of his lips on my skin making me half crazy, I muttered, “I think I’m starting to believe that, even though it seems incredible to me.”

As insane as the idea was to me, I couldn’t deny the fact that Wyatt Durandwasjust as attracted to me as I was to him.

“Christ!” he suddenly exploded as he moved away from me and ran a hand through his hair. “This has to stop. I can’t have you close to me without wanting you naked.”

I pushed my unruly hair from my face and sat back down in my chair, every nerve ending in my body protesting over the loss of Wyatt’s powerful body moving beyond touching distance.

I let out a shaky breath before I answered, “I would have let you get me naked, and I haven’t been with anyone in years. I’m not into casual sex.”

It was the truth.

It had been a long time for me.

I’d been married, but my sexual relationship with Justin had never felt like this, and I could count the number of guys I’d slept with on the fingers of one hand.

I’d never wanted to be so close to any of them that I could happily climb inside them and never come out again.

There was something about Wyatt that drew me to him.

For me, this wasn’t a simple physical attraction.

I glanced at him, and he looked just as confused as I was right now.

God, he was one big, frustrated, beautiful male, and I wanted nothing more than to go back to where we’d left off a moment ago.

“Do you think I don’t already know that you’re not into casual sex?” he asked tersely. “If I wasn’t aware of that, we’d be upstairs in my bed and not discussing this right now.”

I reached down, grabbed the clip for my hair from the floor, and started to confine it at the back of my neck again.

Wyatt stepped forward and took the clip from my hand and put it into his pocket.

He lifted his whiskey, tossed back what remained in the glass, and then put the tumbler back on the counter before he picked me up from the chair.

“Wyatt!” I squealed in surprise, wrapping my arms around his neck to keep myself steady in his arms. “What are you doing. You can’t carry me. I’m too heavy.”

But apparently, he could and did carry me very easily until we reached the living room.

He shot me a grin that made my heart stutter as he sat on the couch with me in his lap. “You didn’t feel heavy to me,” he said in a husky baritone. “Relax. I know this can’t go any further, but I want your gorgeous body plastered against me for a little while longer. Evidently, I like to torture myself. Stop squirming around and tell me why you haven’t been with anyone for years.”

He wrapped a strong arm around my waist and started to toy with my hair like he was fascinated by my red curls.

I stilled and just savored the delicious feeling of Wyatt’s ripped body beneath me.

My weight on top of him didn’t seem to faze him, so I stopped thinking about the fact that I wasn’t exactly a dainty female.

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