Page 63 of I'll Keep Her Safe

“And the dress?” I whisper.

Wyatt glances back at me, giving a small nod. “Bailey told me this one looked like something she’d seen you wear in a photo.”

I swallow, trying to process this. He bought me a beautiful dress, got me a limo, all so I could redo my awful prom?

My chest tightens with emotion. How did I ever think Wyatt was a bad guy?

“I’m sorry I fucked it all up.” He stares miserably at the floor, and I breathe a disbelieving laugh.

“Sorry? Are you kidding?” I slide closer to him on the seat, taking his face in my hands so he’s forced to look at me. His beard is scratchy on my palm as I stroke his cheek. “Wyatt… that is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me. I don’t even have words.”

I don’t need them.

I press my mouth to his, wanting to show him how blown away I am by his gesture. Trying to show him how much I want him, how good he is.

He sighs, the tension draining from him as he relaxes against my lips, sliding his hands into my hair.

“You…” I breathe, peppering kisses across his cheek. “You are the most wonderful man I’ve ever met.” Then I cover his mouth with mine before he can protest, because I know he’s going to. But he kisses me back, letting any words die away. His hands are warm and rough as they slide across the back of my neck, sparking fire in my core. I swing a leg over him, straddling his lap, and he pulls me into him. The skirt of my dress gathers between us and I shove it aside, pleased for the slits between the fabric. I’mespeciallypleased when Wyatt’s hands find them and slide up my thighs.

“Yes,” I rasp, rocking against the erection straining his dress pants. I’m already so wet for him. “Touch me.”

“Fuck.” He drops his forehead against mine, breathing out hard. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you saying that?”

I smile, undoing the top buttons of his shirt, sliding my hands over the warm skin there. “Tell me.”

“More than I care to admit.” He grimaces, trying to look away, but I turn his face back to mine.

“It’s okay.” I kiss his cheek. “You’ve done nothing wrong. We both feel this, Wyatt.”

He lets out a low growl, pressing his erection against me. “I love when you say my name like that.”

Oof. I wish I’d known that sooner.

“Wyatt,” I purr, rocking against his stiff cock. How long until I get to feel it inside me?

His hands find my waist and lift me off him, pushing me back to lie along the seat. He leans over me, one hand snaking up my leg.

“Have you thought about this?” he asks, fingers circling the sensitive flesh of my inner thigh.

“I’ve thought about little else.”

His eyes darken, heat swirling in their amber depths. I reach for his zipper, but he pushes my hand away, pinning it above my head.

“Tell me you want me to touch you.”

My breath stutters at his demanding tone. “I want you tofuckme,” I pant, shifting restlessly under his weight.

“God.” His eyes press closed, and when they open again, they’re black. But he shakes his head. “I’m not going to fuck you in the back of a limo. You deserve better than that.”

I arch a brow. “Even if it’s what I want?”

“Yes.”

I push my lower lip out in an exaggerated pout, and he dips his head to nip at it with his teeth. I whimper.

“Can I touch you, Poppy?” He draws back to examine my face. He’s so insistent with asking, checking that I’m happy with what he’s doing, and it’s the nicest thing. Consent is fucking hot.

“Yes.” I squeeze his arm. “Please.”

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