Page 56 of Wrong Pucking Player

Would give her everything I could.

I’m just dealing with a few loose ends, then we’ll be perfect.

That’s why I’m back in Strattonville after all.

“Wyatt,” she can barely get my name out. “This is Oscar’s place. He can walk in and see us!”

Just hearing his name leave her lips prompts a growl low enough to silence whatever she was about to say. I can’t think right now.

I just need to kiss her.

Which is why I do.

I kiss her as passionately as I can while there’s nothing stopping me from doing so. I need to remind her of our chemistry. That we have a dangerous spark that can explode into something mesmerizing. Our lust for one another is already off the charts.

She knows that.

I know that.

Our bodies certainly know that.

Another reminder is all she needs to remember the consuming chemistry that always drives us back together.

Whatever she’s trying to say is muffled into the hollows of my mouth as I deepen the kiss. My tongue is already on an explorative adventure, entangling with hers so smoothly, my Xandra has no choice but to submit to my needy claim for dominance.

She melts into my move, kissing me back just as passionately. It makes the room spin, my body feeling far too hot, and reminding me of one of the many problems I’m struggling to keep under wraps.

I force myself to break the kiss when I feel as though I’ll fall off the damn couch.

Catching my breath, I lean in enough to rest my forehead on her shoulder, the perfect distraction that gives me a moment of stabilization without it being too obvious that my world is spinning.

Literally.

“I can’t think straight with you, Diamond,” I quietly admit while waiting for the spinning vortex happening around me to come to an end.

“You make it seem like you’re the only one suffering,” she quietly mutters as those delicate fingers of hers run through my blond locks.

I love when she does that.

Gathering enough strength to lift myself up enough to hover over her, she stares into my eyes, an eyebrow arching with a hint of curiosity.

“You okay, Wyatt?”

“Why?” I tease in hopes of distracting her with my devilish smirk. “Trying to change the subject so I don’t fuck you here and now?”

“I… uh… what… holy fucking what?”

My girl’s mind malfunctioned.

“Pucking,” I whisper against her lips and end up sealing them entirely.

Can I just kiss her forever?

It’s a rhetorical question as my lips do the moving while my hand is tempted to explore things further. Holding myself with my right arm, my left hand trails along the front part of her body. I dare to brush along her right nipple beneath the thin athletic fabric of her sports bra, moving in circles along the bud that’s growing harder with every brushing taunt until I can practically see it through the neon teal blue.

I take that moment to move further down until my hand is right between her legs.

When she notices, she gasps in hopes of breaking the kiss, but I anticipate it all. My tongue darts into her mouth yet again while I seal her lips with a hint of force.

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