Page 58 of Billionaire Unreachable: Wyatt

No amount of reasoning could change the profound feeling of rightness I experienced in Wyatt’s arms.

Being rational also didn’t work when it came to the way I felt about Wyatt.

Every cell in my body craved him, even though he was probably a perilous addiction.

He wasn’t a normal guy, and I was a very mundane female with a boring job and a fulfilling but predictable life.

“No pressure, but if you decide that you’re ready for more, I’m available, and fuck knows I’m willing. Unfortunately, I’ve never been a patient man, and I’ll probably try to do anything possible to make the decision go my way,” he said hoarsely as he put a hand behind my neck and tugged my mouth persuasively closer to his. “If you want me to back off, you’ll have to tell me, because I’m a stubborn asshole.”

I could feel his warm breath on my lips, and I wanted him to kiss me more than I wanted to take another breath.

I also wanted to strip off that very attractive tux from his body and beg him to fuck me, and put me out of my misery.

I’d never had great sex, and I really wanted to know what it would feel like to be with a guy who really wanted me like this.

Wyatt did.

I could feel it in every nerve ending in my body.

The chemistry between us was off the charts hot.

And the pent up desire to be that close to him was getting agonizingly painful.

He was waiting, frozen in place until I made the decision of whether or not I wanted him to touch me.

I could sense it.

“Kiss me, Wyatt. Please.”

“Fuck!” he cursed. “I should be trying like hell to keep my hands off you, but that’s not going to work for me. I can keep my dick in my pants for now, but I’m definitely going to have to touch you.”

I wanted to sob with relief when his warm, insistent lips covered mine.

It felt like it had been a year since he’d kissed me, since I’d felt like this, rather than a few days.

The way that Wyatt kissed me like he couldn’t wait another second to touch me set my entire body on fire.

I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of being desired by a man like Wyatt Durand.

He wasn’t gentle.

He didn’t work us slowly into a passion that built over time.

He was overwhelming from the moment he touched me, but I wasn’t complaining. I wanted him with the same intensity, the same greediness.

I plastered my body against his, relishing the feel of his powerful body this close to mine.

Except I wanted…more.

I wanted to touch his bare skin, explore his powerful body, do insanely bold things that I’d never been able to do with a man before.

I had a feeling that almost nothing would be off-limits with Wyatt, and that he was a man who liked to satisfy a woman in every way possible.

“Wyatt,” I panted as he released my mouth. “I want…”

“Don’t say it, Shelby,” he said in a gruff, warning voice. “Or I’ll have you upstairs, out of this sexy damn dress, and in my bed naked before you can say another fucking word.”

My core clenched hard in reaction to his words.

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