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She looks up at me, tilting her hips so her body meets my teasing fingers. She’s wet, and I almost lose control, but I need to hear her say it. “I need you inside me,” she insists. “Now.”
There’s no choice, then. What Alice wants, I’m going to give her. As I sink deep inside her, she moans. “Lift your hips for me,” I prompt her as I free both hands to pull her offending panties off.
She does as I ask, and I reward her with a kiss so deep, I wonder if I’ve lost myself, if I’ve already disappeared inside Alice Blythe. She’s unbuckling my belt, and though I try to stop her, try to tell her we should go slow, she shakes her head. “We can go slower the second time,” she pants. “I’m on birth control. I’ve been tested, and neither of us have fucked anyone in so long it’s probably a little embarrassing, right?”
I laugh, but nod. “Yes, and I’ve been tested too. Every year at my check-up. All good.”
She pushes my pants down over my hips, my underwear going with them to the floor. “You want me to fuck you here on the kitchen counter?”
She looks around, as though she’s just realized we’re still in the kitchen. “No. Take me upstairs to your room, Wyatt. Toourroom.”
“Anything you want, sweet girl,” I whisper as I throw her over my shoulder.
She squeals happily as I march her upstairs.
Chapter 27
Alice
Iwrap my legs tighter around Wyatt’s waist as he stretches over me, flipping on a bedside lamp. Then he’s haloed in golden light, his collarbones like carved marble, the expanse of his muscular chest making my breath catch.
“You still sure?” he breathes into the crook of my neck, his lips pressing against my skin as he increases the pressure at the apex of my thighs. I arch into him, gasping his name as pleasure nearly devours me. “Are you sure I’m what you want?”
I slide one hand around to his face, cupping his sculptural jaw in my hand. “Yes,” I manage to exhale, breathless. His deep brown eyes meet mine, and there’s more there—a story for another day. Words won’t do for tonight. I need toshowthis fiercely kind, compassionate, and incredibly gorgeous man that I want him more than anything. “Areyousure you won’t get tired of me?”
His mouth trails down my neck, breath ghosting my collarbone, before kissing the top of my breasts. At the same time, he slides a finger inside me, and I cry out, grinding my hips against him. “I can’t ever imagine being tired of you, Alice Blythe,” he near-growls, his lips brushing my nipple.
I wrap one thigh tighter around him, desperate for more, my heart pounding. “Prove it,” I gasp.
He laughs softly, pulling away to meet my gaze, one of those dark brows arched. Slowly, his thumb still working in quickening circles at my core, he slips another finger inside me, sliding in and out. “Oh, sweet girl,” Wyatt murmurs, bringing his mouth back to my breast. “When I’m done, there won’t be a doubt left in your mind that I want every last part of you.”
Desire rockets through me, white-hot and hungry. “Then give me more,” I beg, bucking my hips into his hands. “Give me all of you. Now.”
“You sure know how to make a man feel wanted,” he replies with a chuckle, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom from a drawer. I whimper when he pulls away from me, but as he rocks back, I’m treated to a perfect view of him: broad shoulders and a tapered waist, all wiry, coiled muscle from hard work. My gaze drops to his cock as he pulls the condom on.
“Fuck,” is all I manage, biting my lip.
His eyes slide to me, the rest of his body still, amusement playing on his lips. “Like what you see?” he asks with an arched brow. Before I can answer, his gaze roams my body, bare to him in the lamplight. His cock jumps, and an intense jolt of pure need spears through my chest.
“Don’t make me wait any longer,” I whimper, reaching for his forearm. He laughs and leans forward, drowning me in a kiss that makes me forget the rest of the world exists. I can feel the evidence of his desire against my damp wetness, and it’s all so fucking perfect that I moan into his mouth.
“I love it when you make that sound,” Wyatt growls, sliding his arm under my waist and pulling my hips flush with his. I tangle my hands in his mussed hair, capturing his lower lip between my teeth.
“I need you inside of me,” I tell him. “Or I’m gonna scream.”
“Oh, darlin’ girl,” he laughs. “I’m gonna make you scream either way.”
And then—finally—he’s inside me, filling me to the brim. My entire body throbs with pleasure, my chest heaving into his.
“Wyatt,” I pant, digging my fingernails into his shoulders as he moves against me, sliding one hand between our hips. Deftly, he finds my clit, his circles harder and faster now.
“Fuck, Alice,” he moans in a low, hoarse voice that takes my breath away. “You’re godsdamn perfect, you know that? Like you were made for me.”
I’m soaking wet and trembling with need. “Harder,” I demand, sliding my tongue into his mouth. “Fuck me harder.”
He obeys without protest, entwining one hand into my tangled waves and then driving his hips into mine so hard that my head bangs into the bedframe. I barely fucking notice, my mind fuzzy with pleasure and unbridled joy—okay, and probably the tequila, a little.
“Shit,” Wyatt says, reaching down to grab a pillow from the floor. He still slides in and out of me, pulling a strangled cry from my mouth, as he props the pillow up behind my head with one hand. “You alright?”
