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“Fuck,” he ground out, making her smile. She lifted the waistband of his briefs up and over his glorious erection, watching as a bead of moisture appeared at the tip, glistening in the dim light. She bent her head and licked it away, the salty taste of him sending tingles down her spine.
Had she everwantedto do this for a man? Her eyes held his as she opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside, twirling her tongue around it with lavish strokes. He bucked beneath her, and she took him deeper, sucking gently as she made her way down his shaft and hummed with pleasure, knowing what she was doing to him.
“Oh, shit, Teslyn…” His hand grazed her hair and she reached for it, placing it on the back of her head and encouraging him to guide her. His fingers threaded through her locks and gripped the strands in his fist, need spiking through her as he increased the pressure on the back of her head and she took him as deeply as she was able.
She withdrew, then trailed kisses down his length and back up again, taking him deep once more. He cursed under his breath. “No more. I can’t take it. Get up here.”
He rolled on the condom as she crawled up his body, one knee on either side of him until she straddled his erection. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them as she grabbed his cock and lined up his shaft with the entrance to her body. She cried out as she lowered herself onto him, the sensation better than any she’d felt before it.
She lifted her hips and sank down on him again and again, watching as the muscles of his abdomen rippled with his movements. He was beautiful—inside and out—and for this moment, he was hers. The thought made her channel spasm, moisture flooding her in a rush, and Wyatt called out at the sensation.
Her heart filled with emotion. She’d never known what it meant to make love, to open herself to another so completely and have her feelings amplified in the wake of such deep vulnerability. She laced her fingers with his and squeezed, every piece of herself seeming to align with this man like the edges of a long-lost puzzle piece.
Her eyes closed, the tension inside her building to a fine, sharp point. Light seemed to focus behind her eyelids as her hips thrust in sync with his rhythm beneath her. She held her breath, pleasure exploding through her body as her muscles clenched him tightly inside her, waves of sensation altering her consciousness and making her hearing dim.
She couldn’t move, couldn’t think, her entire experience dwindled to the singular pleasure of this man, this act, this union.
He sat up, hugging her to him before flipping her on her back and driving into her, filling her again and again. Another climax hovered on the edge of her awareness only a moment before the shattering sensations overtook her in a second wave of pleasure.
He cried out in release, continuing to pump into her as he rose up on his arms and seated himself as deeply within her as possible before he came.
She was weak with the aftershocks of pleasure, the sensation of him trembling within her enough to make her moan anew. He rested on top of her, sweat beading on the sinew of his back as her hands skated down his hot flesh.
She had never been in love, but surely, this must be what it felt like. The need to put the other before self, the desperate desire to remove his pain. She longed to hold him inside her as long as she could, to prolong the moment and their shared experience.
But she felt him leave before he rolled over, extricating himself from her desperate embrace, and she forced herself to let him go freely. They lay side by side, each examining the ceiling as Wyatt withdrew back into himself.
She knew he needed to talk about it, needed to get his feelings out, but would he trust her enough to tell her? As much as she felt bound to him from their lovemaking, she knew better than to think he felt equally attached. She gathered her courage, prepared for him to reject her, but knowing she had to try. “Tell me about Ralph.”
CHAPTER19
Teslyn’s question hung in the air like a bomb over a target, just waiting to explode, and Wyatt didn’t know if he should run for cover or open his arms to the sky and welcome the blast.
Death would be the easy way out.
Going through this, living with what he’d done, that was the explosion—and the bomb had landed on Ralph’s wife, too.
A part of him wished he could hide in the shelter of Teslyn’s arms forever, where pain ceased to exist and he felt like the only person who mattered to her in the entire world.
She probably made every man she’s been with feel the same way.
He scowled at the unwelcome thought of her past. Damn the fool who’d carelessly failed to seal her record. He didn’t want to think about what he knew, didn’t want it to color his perception of what had just transpired between them. Teslyn deserved better than that. Far better.
But what they’d just shared had been unlike anything he’d experienced in bed before, the depth of emotion he’d given and received, the electric chemistry between them. He had to believe it was special for her, too, as the possibility that it was not pricked his mind like sharpened quills.
He focused his attention on Ralph instead, determined to answer her question. “He had a terrible sense of humor.” Of all the things he knew about the other man, this was what he said? He squeezed his eyes shut and let the memories come. “He’d tell the same stupid jokes over and over again. Got to the point where we’d call any bad joke a Ralphie.”
Teslyn said nothing, and he wondered what she was thinking. Was she touched by what they just did? She had a way of being worldly and innocent at the same time, the combination at once drawing him in and clobbering him with staggering need.
And he wanted her.
God, how he wanted her.
He lifted his arm, gesturing for her to join him, and she moved so her head was against his chest, the body that had given him so much pleasure now curled against his side. He kissed her head and let his mind return to Ralph, the pain of his loss like a sudden dagger in his side. But it was bearable while she was here. “He was one of the smartest guys I ever met. He knew everything about history, every battle, every ruler, every treaty ever signed. He could do the SaturdayNew York Timescrossword puzzle in under an hour.”
“Is Saturday hard?”
His fingers slipped over her shoulder, her soft skin cooling beneath his touch. “The hardest.” The intimacy he was sharing with Teslyn made him think of Jessa. Surely Ralph and his wife shared moments just like these, and the devastation Ralph’s death would surely wreak on Jessa’s life could have brought Wyatt to his knees.
