Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 565(@200wpm)___ 452(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
That transcendence Wyatt talked about? I’m not going to find it by playing it safe.
So I take a chance. I slip a hand around his torso and gather his shirt in my hand at the small of his back. I give the shirt a tug, pulling it out of his slacks. Flattening my palm on his bare skin, I press down, pushing him harder against my center.
At the same time, I grab his other hand in mine and guide it to my breast.
Wyatt growls—literally growls—biting down on my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.
Then he rears back, lifting his body off mine, and for a second I panic.
Shit, I took it too far.
But suddenly his hips punch forward, and I gasp when he hits me right in my center with a protrusion that wasn’t there a second ago.
My heart stumbles to a stop. He’s huge. Hard.
Wyatt Rivers is hard for me.
“Sunshine, I got three legs right now.” His breath his warm on my ear. “You keep this up, I ain’t gonna be able to stop.”
“What if I don’t want you to stop?” I’m panting, dizzy with desire.
He already feels so good. How amazing will it feel when he’s actually inside me?
“I’m not fucking you for the first time in the front seat of my truck.” But he still swipes his thumb over my nipple. “That shit’s for teenagers who can’t control themselves.”
Does that mean he actually wants to fuck me, just not right now?
Does that mean we’ll get to do this again?
Because I think I’m already addicted to fooling around with this man.
“What about thirty-year-olds who can’t control themselves?”
He laughs, pushing up onto his hands. I open my eyes to see him hovering over me, gaze glued to my face. “One of us has to be the adult in the room. Otherwise, it’s not gonna be any good.”
“What? The sex?”
“Well, yeah. Listen, no one wants to give you what you’re asking for more’n me.” His eyes stray to my body. “But I don’t think either of us planned on this happening tonight. Let’s take a beat, all right? I don’t want you havin’ any regrets in the morning.”
Biting my lip, I hook my first finger into the knot of his tie. I can touch him like this now.
Wyatt and I just became more than friends.
The realization doesn’t hit as hard as it should. I think I’m too keyed up. Too distracted by the beautiful man with the very large bulge who’s still on top of me.
“I don’t think anyone could ever regret kissing you.”
“I’m good”—his mouth quirks up on one side—“but I’m not that good.”
I touch my fingertip to his lips. “I call your bluff.”
“You are the expert now.” He nips at my finger. “You still wanna do this when you wake up tomorrow, then we’ll do it. But right now, I’m takin’ you back to your mama and daddy’s house.”
“I’m gonna want to do it, Wy.”
“Everybody wants to do it.” He straightens, sitting up on his knees. He holds out his hand. “But it’s not always the right thing. You said you wanted me to teach you. Consider this part of the lesson.”
I take his hand and he twines our fingers. He helps me sit up, and then he pulls down my dress, smoothing it over my legs. The tenderness of the gesture makes my chest hurt.
“Wy?”
He grunts when he falls onto the bench on the driver’s side. “Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For the raging case of blue balls.”
He lets out a big, booming laugh as he puts a hand on the gearshift. “Sugar, you got no idea the kinda hurt you’re puttin’ on me right now. I could chop wood with this thing.” He gestures to his lap.
I lick my lips. “You could always teach me how to take care of it.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Joke around like that.” His eyes are dark when they meet mine. “It’s like you want me to come in my pants.”
I bite my lip. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
I expect him to laugh. Call me out on being a shameless dork. Instead, he blinks, nostrils flaring, and then his entire body jerks.
“Fuck,” he bites out, covering his crotch with his hand.
I stare at him. “Wait. Did you actually—”
“Just come in my pants?” He grimaces. “Yes.”
My turn to blink. I’m not sure what to make of this. Is it a compliment that I made him lose it like that? Or did I just embarrass him?
I don’t know what to say. “I’m…sorry?”
“Ain’t nothin’ to be sorry for. Not your fault I was so turned on.” He lets out a breath, and my heart takes a tumble when I see the corner of his mouth twitch. “Actually, it’s totally your fault. I wanna hate you for it—”
“But you don’t.” I smile.
He grins. “Nah, Sunshine, I don’t.”
“Are you really not okay?”