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  “Andie.” He bent over me, frowning, and touched my cheek. “Hey.”

  I should have known he’d be paying attention. Noticing my every response to him. Sensing any shift in my mood. I reached for him, pulling him closer, and squeezed my eyes shut as his warm weight settled on top of me. “I just want…” I turned my head, seeking his mouth, and tasted myself on his lips when he kissed me.

  “What do you want?” he murmured. “Tell me.”

  I wanted him to lose control. To let down his guard and let me in. I wanted him to need me as much as I needed him. But I didn’t know how to ask for that. Or maybe I did, but I was afraid of what it said about me. That it would make me seem too clingy, too emotional, too soft.

  Instead, what I said was: “You. I just want you.”

  “I’m right here.” He pressed his forehead against mine and rubbed our noses together. “Can you feel me?”

  “Yes.” There wasn’t anywhere we weren’t touching. I could feel every inch of his body, the pulse in his throat jumping under my thumb, his chest expanding and contracting against mine, his breath warming my lips, and the hardness in his pants that throbbed with every beat of his heart.

  When I eased my hand between us, I felt his shoulders shake and his stomach muscles flex. And when I stroked him through his jeans, I felt his breath catch as his head dropped to my shoulder. I felt every shallow exhalation and every tremor that traveled through him at my touch. It was exactly what I’d wanted, but I was greedy and I wanted even more.

  Stilling my hand, I moved my lips to his ear. “These pants need to come off.”

  He let out a shaky breath, regathering his composure before he pushed himself upright and stripped off his socks, then his pants, then his underwear. Until he stood gorgeously naked before me, his honey-colored hair and strong body burnished by the sunlight leaking in through the gauzy curtains, his swollen cock nestled in a bed of springy golden curls.

  Surging forward, I wrapped my fingers around him, and his head fell back as his hips twitched. I loved the feel of him. How hard he was for me. How hot and sensitive the velvety skin was. When I stroked him, his stomach muscles rippled with tension. And when I ran my thumb over his glistening slit, he bit out a moan, thrusting in my hand as his eyes squeezed shut.

  I dropped down to my knees and licked my way up the length of his shaft before taking the head in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it.

  “Oh…shit.” His fingers dug into my hair as his legs trembled. With a whimper, he grabbed my ponytail and dragged my head back. “No more. I can’t fucking take it.”

  Lifting me off the floor, he dragged me in for a kiss. His fingers kneaded my ass as he ground his wet, hard cock against my stomach.

  Breaking the kiss with a groan, he gazed at me with hungry, hooded eyes.

  “Please, for the love of God, tell me you have condoms, because I do not want to go out to my truck like this.”

  15

  Wyatt

  My eyes nearly bugged out of my head when Andie reached over and yanked open her bedside drawer. She grabbed the box of condoms inside, but my attention was captivated by all the toys she had in there next to her bed. I squeezed my throbbing dick as my mind conjured a vision of her naked between the sheets, using her collection of accessories to get herself off.

  I leaned in for a closer look, and she slammed the drawer shut. “Focus, Wyatt.”

  “I am. I’m focused on what’s in that drawer and what I want to do to you with all of it.” That little bullet vibrator, for one thing…

  “Later.” She dug into the box of condoms and tore one off the strip. “Right now I want your dick inside me.”

  Her words shot through my veins like liquid fire. I wanted her in every way possible. Under me, on top of me, bent over in front of me. I couldn’t wait to feel her all around me and hear her gasp my name again as she came on my dick.

  I grabbed the condom from her and rolled it on as I gritted my teeth. I couldn’t risk letting her do it herself. The way her hands had felt around me, I might shoot my load before I ever got inside her.

  A look I’d never seen before came into her eyes as she watched me do it. The only thing that had come close was the fiery blaze she got sometimes when she was angry with me. Her expression now was a different kind of fire, and it made my blood churn and my head spin.

  I reached for her, pulling her down with me as I lay back on the bed. “I want to watch you as you ride me.”

  It was my best chance of stretching this out long enough to coax another orgasm or two from her. I wanted to take my time and make this good for her. I’d waited this long already; I’d happily wait as long as it took to give her all the pleasure she deserved.

  Maybe on some level I was delaying because I didn’t want this moment between us to end. Things were good as long as we were here, alone, enjoying each other. I’d always been great at this part—it was the stuff that came after I usually screwed up. I didn’t know what would happen with Andie and me after this, and I was a little afraid to find out.

  She’d scared me there for a second, when I’d sensed her tense up, her mind going somewhere I couldn’t follow, her expression like a cold drip of water down my spine. Maybe she was already having second thoughts about me. If so, the longer I could stretch this out, the better, in case it was all she ever let me have of her.

  Andie straddled my legs, and I reached up to cup one of her breasts while my other hand curled around her luscious hip. She was so fucking gorgeous. I wanted to bury myself in her and never come back out. The way she’d looked laid out on the bed a minute ago had nearly killed me. Open and vulnerable in a way I’d never expected to see. Welcoming me. Trusting me. Completely bared to me and falling apart at my touch.

  No way I was ever going to recover from that.

  Her wet warmth brushed against me, and my hips jolted helplessly beneath her. I ground my teeth together as she squeezed her hand around me, taking her goddamn time about taking my dick.

  Impatiently, I reached down and spread her silky folds with my fingers. When my thumb grazed her clit, she shivered and guided me inside her, sinking down on me all at once. She was so slick and hot and ready for me. Her eyes rolled back as I filled her up, a whimper slipping out of her on the final, shuddering inch.

  I tried to hold myself still, even as I gasped at the sensation of her tight walls squeezing my aching dick—fuck, fuck—until all her weight had settled on my thighs. Then her eyes opened and met mine with a look that unexpectedly spoke of affection as much as lust.

  It fucking crushed me.

  If I could have, I would have frozen time and stayed right there in that moment forever, surrounded by her while her eyes seared into me, telling me how much she wanted me.

  I’m yours, that look said. And you’re mine.

  I’d always had an easy time keeping sex purely physical. The armor I’d constructed to avoid catching feelings had been shored up by years of practice. But Andie had burned it all away, exposing something raw and incomplete inside me.

  I reached up and tangled my hands in her hair, knowing I needed to hold on to her somehow. Whatever it took, I needed more of this feeling in my life. When I dragged her mouth down to mine, the change in angle sent a surge of pleasure rippling through my limbs, and I moaned into her mouth.

  She started to rock, and my moan turned into a whimper. Her hands pressed against my chest as she pushed herself upright, rolling her hips. The blissful look on her face as she moved on top of me was everything I’d dreamed of and more.

  Leaning back, her gaze locked on mine, she braced herself on my thighs and lifted herself up. The sweet slide of her pussy as she sank back down made me gasp like a man drowning. Her beautiful tits bounced as she impaled herself on me, taking me deep and fucking me so hard I nearly lost it.

  My thumb found her clit, and her rhythm faltered as a moan shuddered out of her. I rubbed harder, and her eyes squeezed shut, her head falling back. She moved back and
forth, seeking more friction, grinding herself against my thumb, greedily using me for her own pleasure. I drove up into her, and she let out a cry as her walls spasmed around me. Gritting my teeth, I bucked my hips in sharp thrusts.

  “Yes,” she gasped, grinding down on my dick as I plunged into her. “Just like that, don’t stop, I need more, please, I need…”

  I fucked her harder, my fingers digging into her hip, holding her in place as she took my dick, my thumb moving faster on her clit, stroking her inside and out. Her cries grew more frenzied and desperate, then she clenched around me, sobbing my name as her orgasm pulsed through her.

  “You’re so perfect,” I murmured, stroking my hands down her back after she slumped forward on my chest. “So fucking perfect.”

  She lifted her head to gaze at me, her eyes glassy and soft, and a burst of dizzying tenderness punched through my chest as I kissed her. Humming against my mouth, she shifted her hips, drawing a groan out of me before she moved her lips to my ear. “I want you on top of me. I want to feel you pressing down on me.”

  Her words shuddered through every part of me. Banding my arm around her hips to keep her locked against me, I flipped us over on the bed.

  A breath gusted out of her as I crushed her into the mattress, letting my full weight fall on her for a second before I braced a hand underneath me. Her shock dissolved into a laugh, and my tongue sought the spot below her ear that I used to stare at, longing to taste it. “That was three, by the way, in case you lost count.”

  “We’re done with that. It’s your turn now.”

  I shook my head, sucking on her tender skin until she squirmed. “I’m going to get you to four first.”

  “Not if I get you there first,” she purred, dark and sweet as cane syrup.

  A tidal wave of lust broke over me even as my competitive instincts kicked in. The two conflicting urges warred for dominance as I thrust deep inside her, wanting to break her again as badly as I wanted to let her shatter me into a thousand pieces.

  Pushing myself up on my elbow, I grabbed one of her knees and lifted her leg as I slammed into her, driving deep enough to make her cry out. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I grabbed her hand, pressing her fingers against her clit as I jackhammered into her.

  She moaned my name, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she stroked herself, the pressure of her fingers caressing my dick with every thrust. I thrust harder, feeling my control start to fracture, knowing I didn’t have much time left in me to get her there. Her hand slipped down to squeeze my balls, and I just about lost it right then.

  Grabbing her wrist, I wrenched her hand away and pinned it to the mattress as I let my weight bear down on her, trapping her beneath me. “You’re mine,” I growled, and she moaned, digging her feet into the backs of my legs as she arched against me.

  My grunts mixed in with her cries as my hips pounded against her, the needy pulse in my veins overpowering everything else. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks, clutching me to her as she ground into me. Pinpricks of pain streaked over my skin when she dug her fingernails in, and I choked out a cry.

  Mercilessly, she dug deeper into my flesh. Just like when we danced, she knew exactly what I wanted from her. My body jerked as the sensation sliced through me, mingling with the pleasure, heightening it, driving me to the edge until it was too much to take.

  Something cracked inside me and I gave up the fight, surrendering to the surge. Letting myself drown in it, drown in Andie. A lifetime of pent-up emotions, years of devotion and longing and frustration. It tore a ragged shout out of me as it seared up my spine and exploded behind my eyes in a spectrum of blinding color.

  I slumped across her, just enough strength and consciousness left in me to keep from crushing her under my weight. As my chest heaved for oxygen, her fingers skimmed up my back and threaded through my hair in gentling strokes.

  “I win,” she said softly.

  I nuzzled into her neck. “Pretty sure I just won.”

  “Let’s call it a draw. I think it’s fair to say we both came out on top.” She swiveled her head, and her eyes gleamed in the filtered light as they met mine.

  Laying my palm against her cheek, I kissed her tenderly before I pulled back with a smile. “We both came on top, anyway.”

  She laughed and pinched my nipple.

  “Hey!” I hoisted myself up, arching an eyebrow at her. “Watch it, missy. Unless you’re ready for a rematch already.” The condom was starting to feel unbearable, and I winced as I reluctantly pulled out of her.

  Freed from my weight, she stretched her arms overhead. “That would be impressive. But I’m definitely going to need a halftime break.”

  I kissed her again, savoring the sweet taste of her mouth one more time before I went to clean myself up. “Halftime, my ass. That was just the first quarter.”

  16

  Andie

  Wyatt was a cuddler. Who would have guessed? Certainly not me.

  After I took my turn in the bathroom he dragged me back onto the bed and curled himself around me like an affectionate puppy. Both of us still naked, our legs intertwined, he nestled his face against my chest while I played with his hair.

  I was loving this new side of him. I’d seen him be tactile and affectionate, of course, when he was trying to sweet-talk a woman into bed, but that was different than the snuggly, doting tenderness he’d revealed to me today.

  The closest he’d ever come was a few times when he’d been drunk or sick or injured. Like when he’d fallen asleep in my lap a couple of weeks ago. It rocked me a little to think back on it—and on a few other memories like it—with the knowledge that he’d been struggling to hold himself back all this time. Only in a weakened state had he ever dropped his mask enough to let me glimpse this side of him.

  I trailed my fingertip around the outer rim of his ear, and he let out a contented rumble, cupping one of my boobs as he snuggled closer.

  Imprudently, I wondered if Wyatt was this post-coitally snuggly with all the women he slept with. It didn’t particularly strike me as one-night stand behavior. Did that mean I was special? Different than the others? I wanted to think so, but I also knew better than to make assumptions.

  As long as I’d known Wyatt, and as much as I liked to think he was an open book to me, the truth was I didn’t have any idea what he was like in his intimate moments.

  Hadn’t had any idea, anyway, before today. I’d just collected a lot of new data, and it was going to take some time to process all of it. In the meantime, I was content just to lie here and enjoy the feel of his body on mine, the musky scent of his skin all around me, the happy little murmurs he made when I scratched my fingernails over his scalp.

  The light filtering in through the curtains was slanted and golden-tinged. It was late afternoon, and we’d lost almost a whole day of working on the house. I should probably care about that. And yet right now I couldn’t seem to. Not at all.

  Wyatt kissed the top of my breast—the one he’d been holding in his hand—and repositioned himself on the pillow next to me. “Can I ask you something?”

  “Sure.” I looked over at him and smiled, loving the sight of him in my bed, how relaxed he looked, and how right it felt to be here with him like this.

  He reached for my hand and twined our fingers together. “Earlier, you made it sound like today isn’t the first time you’ve ever thought about me like this.”

  “Definitely not.” I stared at our hands as he stroked his thumb over my knuckles.

  “How long?”

  I felt a moment’s trepidation. Embarrassment at just how long I’d been carrying this torch for Wyatt. He squeezed my hand when he sensed my hesitation, and I remembered that it hadn’t been easy for him to fess up to his secret crush before. But he’d done it.

  Now it was my turn to dig deep and do the same.

  I rolled onto my side so I could look at him as I made my confession. “As long as I can remember.” His hand stilled as furrows sprouted acr
oss his brow. I swallowed, my throat dry as cotton, and kept going. “I don’t know exactly when it started because I can hardly remember a time in my life when I didn’t have a crush on you. Even before I knew what a crush was, you were always in the front of my mind. I always wanted to be the center of your attention.”

  Wyatt opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

  There was a chance I’d just freaked him out enough to send him running for the exit. Just because he’d gotten a stiffy for me at seventeen didn’t mean he was ready to hear me confess to a lifelong, potentially disturbing obsession with him that extended all the way back to my prepubescent years.

  I started to turn away, but his hand slid into my hair, pulling me back toward him. Our noses brushed, and my eyes squeezed shut as I blew out a long, shaky breath.

  He pressed our foreheads together. “Andie.” His lips touched mine in a tender caress. “Andie.” He kissed me harder, the insistent pressure of his mouth coaxing me to open for him.

  I melted against him as he cradled my face in both hands. His kiss telling me in no uncertain terms that he wasn’t freaked out and he wasn’t running for the exit.

  Not yet, anyway.

  I pushed the unwanted thought away, focusing instead on Wyatt’s mouth and tongue and hands. The way they touched me. The way they claimed me. Eager. Seductive. Cherishing.

  My god, all the years we’d missed. The lost time when we could have been together. All those nights I’d spent alone, thinking about him. All the nights I’d spent with someone else, still thinking of Wyatt. All those times I’d watched him take home another girl and wished it was me.

  It could have been me.

  He dragged his mouth away from mine and wrapped me up in his arms, crushing me against his chest. “There’s no fucking way I’m letting you go now.”

  My heart stuttered to a stop. “Were you planning on letting me go before?”