Page 56 of Caught Up In You

I nod.

“Then I won’t be your boyfriend, Wyatt,” I tell her evenly. I sense we’re standing before the last hurdle. She wants to be sure. “I’m just here to figure out what you want and then give it to you.”

She releases her lip from her teeth, her smile spreading wide, her eyes crinkling wickedly.

She crooks one finger.

“Then get over here,” she says.

I need no other invitation. I haven’t moved so fast since I stole home to win the state championship senior year. In no time, I’m around the island and have her in my arms, her back pressed against the wall, my lips covering hers, swallowing the delicateoofand then the moan that escapes her.

Wyatt tastes like sugar and sass, and I’m ravenous for her. I push the jacket farther down her arms, settling it in the crook of her elbows so I can finally explore those tattoos that have been taunting me for months.

“Beautiful,” I say as I trace one swirling vine with my tongue, deviating only to journey down to her nipple. I flick one of the delicate silver rings before taking it between my teeth and tugging. “These are a good surprise.”

She moans in response.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you?” I say into her skin, my fingers toying with the other ring.

“Well, that’s a little bit the point,” she says.

I groan and pull her nipple back into my mouth, sucking her, flipping the ring with my tongue. I’m rewarded with a full, deep-throated moan.

“You’re sure Felix isn’t coming home?” she pants as I lavish her art with my mouth.

I pause. He said he wasn’t, but with Felix you can never be sure. And I’m not about to be interrupted. Which means I can’t spread her across the kitchen island and feast on her how I want.

In answer, I bend my knees, wrapping my arms low around her ass, and lift. She lands over my shoulder in a fluid movement.

“I can walk,” she says with a laugh as I march down the hall toward my bedroom.

“Not fast enough,” I reply.

I pause only long enough to slam the bedroom door and turn the lock. Then I heave her onto the bed, where she lands with a bounce and a giggle.

“I’m really torn, because as much as I’d like to climb onto this bed and edge you until you’ve forgotten your name, I’ve also been dreaming about being inside of you since January,” I tell her as I shed my T-shirt. I revel in the way her eyes travel down the expanse of my chest, glad I’ve managed to hit the weight bench in the garage lately. She looks like she wants to lick the ridges on my chest, and I want to let her. “So if you don’t object, I’d really like to fuck you right now.”

“No objections from me.”

She props herself up on her elbows, the jacket falling open so once again I can take in the full expanse of her.

Well, almost.

I hook my thumbs into the lace waistband of her panties and drag them down over the black illustrations on her thighs and calves, brushing my lips over each one as I go.

“So fucking beautiful,” I whisper, moving back up to the apex of her thighs. And when I can’t help but dip my tongue between her folds to taste her, I’m rewarded with more sweetness. “And so wet.”

Wyatt moves to shed the jacket, but I press my hand into her sternum, lowering her down onto the bed.

“Leave it on,” I say, then remove my jeans and boxer briefs. My erection springs free as I tower over her, and I’m reminded that in all these months of sexual tension and teasing and frustration, Wyatt has only felt me through my pants. I pause, fisting the hard length, and watch her tongue dart out to sweep across her bottom lip.

“If I’d known that’s what you were working with, I don’t think I’d have let you out of that chemistry classroom last night,” she says.

I laugh as I move to the nightstand and take a condom out of the drawer. I love that she can make me laugh like this even when I’m hard and aching for her.

“This will be a whole hell of a lot more comfortable than an aluminum countertop,” I tell her. I grab a pillow and then a handful of her ass, lifting her hips so I can slide it beneath her. Then I press my hands to her knees, opening her to me completely. I run the pad of my thumb up the glistening length of her opening, circling her clit and then back to her entrance. She moans and arches into my hand.

“I thought you were saving the teasing for later,” she pleads.

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