Chapter 14

Dakota

He was acting exactly how I wanted to act. I was just as suspicious of him as he was clearly of me. But I certainly wasn’t going to act like that now that he had started it all. My philosophy was that we would just figure it out. The whole dating app had been a disaster, but to learn that he was the guy from the app was really hard for me to wrap my brain around.

When he whispered in my ear, my body tingled with desire for him, and that level of desire hadn’t been felt in a very long time. I didn’t want to waste the opportunity to have a real match with a guy, and I was much more willing to give him the benefit of the doubt than he was for me.

Whomever he called seemed to have put his concerns at ease, for the time being, though, and I did my best to lighten the mood. It was uncomfortable how close Emma and Merrick were, and it would have been much more uncomfortable to argue with Wyatt than it would have been just to enjoy ourselves.

“Let’s get some drinks,” I said in desperate need of some alcohol.

His hand gently touched mine, and I felt that electricity between us again. Whatever this was between us, however we had gotten there, I wasn’t going to give it up very easily. There was electricity between us, and I deserved the opportunity to see if it was real or not.

“Mmm, yes, perfect idea.”

We talked about work and how we got to New York City. I talked about my business and my goals to build it; he talked about working with people’s money and his goals to work with his own money more. It was one of the most delightful dates I could ever remember. Conversation was easy, and the sexual chemistry between us made it hard to concentrate on anything else.

“So you like living here?” he asked.

“Oh, I like it a lot more now,” I teased him. “Why did you join the dating app?” I asked. He paused as he contemplated what to say to me. I could tell he was worried about saying the wrong thing, and it was absolutely adorable. I liked Wyatt and not just because he was extremely handsome; I liked that he took the time to contemplate an answer and not just throw something out there or say he didn’t know.

“I want love. Don’t we all.”

His answer. God, that answer was everything, and I knew I was going to bring him home that night. No matter what my rules had been, no matter what that stupid app had done to get us there, I wanted love. I felt the desire, the spark of love between us, and I wanted so much more. I wanted him.

“Yep, I think that we do.”

“Can I walk you to your house?” he asked with a perfect sly little smile.

Behind his smile was a boyish charm that I couldn’t look away from. Just being near him made me feel like I was literally on a cloud, and I wanted that feeling to continue as long as possible. Even though I lived a long ways away for walking, I was totally alright with spending an hour next to him while we roamed the streets of New York.

“It’s two miles away,” I said with a laugh.”

“Perfect, because I’d like those two miles to get to know you more away from these two petting teenagers.” He laughed as Merrick and Emma came up for a breath.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said as I kissed Emma on the cheek.

“Everything good?” she asked as she seemed to notice that we hadn’t actually talked to each other most of the night.

Emma was having a great time with Merrick, and I could tell. She wasn’t acting like herself at all and instead seemed more like a schoolgirl who was out with her crush. I was so happy for her; Emma needed love in her life. She needed a man that was tougher and stronger than her and wouldn’t put up with her shit when she tried to push him away. Merrick seemed like just the right guy for that job.

“Yes, enjoy your night,” I teased as I looked down and saw Merrick’s hand playing with her under her skirt.

Emma had always been much bolder than I was. She didn’t worry about what others thought, instead always going after exactly what she wanted. I admired that about her. It was one of her finest qualities.

As we walked out of the restaurant, I felt Wyatt’s hand on the small of my back. His gentle touch guided me toward the street and sent goose bumps throughout my body. For the last two hours, we had talked, laughed, and gotten to know each other like any normal date. But I felt like I knew him before. It was hard to describe the comfort level I had with him, but suddenly I pulled him toward me, and we leaned against the wall of an old grocery store.

His body was amazing, I felt the muscles hard against me and couldn’t wait to feel my hands on his bare skin. This was the kind of man I had dreamed of. The way he looked at me, the way he talked to me, the way he touched me, the tensions was tightening and I could hardly maintain my composure.There were no words. No expressions of desire other than our eyes locked onto one another with an understanding of the passion we both felt. It didn’t take long before he moved his lips toward mine, and I felt the delight of his skin as it gently pressed against my wet lips.

More, I wanted more and more of his touch. It was like a drug rushing through me, and I couldn’t stop myself. When he pulled away slightly, I pulled him back. I was the aggressor. I was the one who was going to bring him home. My desire for Wyatt had peaked, and there was no stopping it. I just needed to feel his body and mine together. I needed the explosion of desire more than I needed to pretend like I was a demure woman who didn’t want those things. Wyatt braced his body against the wall but held onto me with one hand. As he pulled away from me again, I heard a low grunt as if it was torture to be away from my lips. His desire for me was as strong as mine was for him, his pelvis thrust toward me while his body pulled away. We were as perfectly matched as any man I could imagine for a date. Who knew if our match would continue to last, but I knew I wanted him that night. I wanted to take full advantage of the electricity that was between us, and I wasn’t going to regret anything that happened.

“We should get you home,” he said and grabbed my hand to pull me down the street.

His fingers intertwined with mine, and I couldn’t think. The energy of our touch was more than my body was used to, and I wanted it. I needed more of it. He talked, and I laughed. I did my best to hold a conversation as we walked toward my apartment, but all I could think about was ripping off his shirt and letting my hands run over his naked chest.

“This is me,” I finally said as we arrived in front of my building. “Do you want to walk me up?”

“I better not,” he replied with another low groan.

“I think you should.”

“If I walk you to your door, I’m going to want to come in, and then I’m going to have to spend the night.”

My hand reached for his as I opened the security door to the building and pulled him in with me. I wanted him. I wasn’t over thinking things. I wasn’t thinking about happily ever after or what he would think of me tomorrow. I just wanted him, and that was all there was to it.

“Come up,” I whispered as I pulled him into the tiny elevator.

“Are you sure?” he asked as he kept his distance from me on the ride up. “I can wait. I want to take you out on another date. This can wait. I’m fine with waiting.”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or me, but it didn’t matter because I wasn’t planning on waiting for anything. I was planning on feeling his fine naked body pressed up against mine that night.

“Yes.”

I unlocked my apartment door and pulled him in. Suddenly, it was like I had taken his chains off; I had given him permission to devour me. Any uncertainty he had about coming up to my apartment was gone as the door shut behind us.

He held onto my wrists and pressed them above my head as his lips moved down the front of my dress. The desire in his breath fueled my own desires, and I felt my body warming to his touch. This man wasn’t faking an attraction to me in order to get me into bed; this man was clearly enamored with me, and I loved it. The sincerity in his desire was all I needed to totally give up control to him. This was going to be one hell of a night; I could tell from the way my body had goose bumps all over.

My back arched against the wall as he used his lips to press my dress down and pull my nipple into his mouth. The pleasure shot through me, and I felt my knees become weak, but his other hand grabbed me and held onto my waist to prevent me from crumbling to the ground.

His lips moved feverishly to my other breast, and I let out a moan of total desire as I felt his mouth suck me in. This was exactly what I had dreamed about from the night we had talked in the club. My desire to have this man was beyond my reasoning, and I no longer cared at all. I just had to have him.

My hands moved to his belt as I started to unbuckle him, but he wouldn’t allow me to. Instead, he pressed my hands away and gently pulled my red dress down to the ground exposing my lace panties and exposing me to the heat of his desire.

I expected him to continue with his kissing and groping, but instead, he simply stood there and took in my naked body. My breasts were exposed and perked with desire for him. I still had my heels on and felt the warmth of his eyes as he followed my curves from my toes all the way back up to my lips.

“Wow, you are stunning,” he muttered before moving back toward me.

His words were some of the most sincere I had heard in a long time. I saw the truth in his eyes, and it fueled me. Knowing that your man is totally mesmerized by your body is a powerful thing, and I couldn’t help wanting him even more.

“Come with me,” I said as I walked toward my bedroom.

Confidence overflowed me as I walked in only my lacy red panties and hi-heels. Never once had I imagined I would feel confident naked in front of a man, but at that moment I was powerful. My sexuality was mine, and the desire in Wyatt’s eyes just fueled me on. I let my hips sway more powerfully than ever before as I brought him into my room to spend the night making love to him.

He lowered me onto my bed, and his hands gently removed my heels before I felt his lips start moving up my legs. His kisses were gentle, yet I felt their sincerity. We didn’t talk; there was no need for it. Instead, we simply pressed forward as our bodies worked together to deliver a night full of pleasure.

My body arched against his as I felt the excitement of his touch. Slowly, he moved up my body, and his teeth playfully grabbed my panties. I thought he was going to pull them off of me, but he just teased me and moved up toward my lips.

With one swift move of his leg, he pressed mine apart and hovered his body over mine. He looked like he wanted to say something. He looked like there were a million things he wanted to say to me, but nothing came out. Instead, his lips pressed against mine, and every worry and desire I had combined in an explosion.

I wouldn’t take no for an answer as my hands moved to his belt again. This time, he allowed me to remove it. I continued to unbutton his pants and pressed them down as far as I could push before he just stood up and pulled everything off. His desire was throbbing for me, and I realized I didn’t have any protection in my house. I wasn’t normally bringing guys home with me, and I hadn’t purchased condoms in a very long time.

“Protection?” I asked.

He smiled and luckily pulled a condom out of his pocket. I wanted to tease him for coming so prepared, but I was too relieved to bother. If he hadn’t been prepared, we both would have ended up with a very frustrating evening on our hands.

Wyatt tossed the condom onto the nightstand and then climbed back onto me. His knees spread me open, and I felt his teeth as they pulled my nipple playfully into his mouth. He was good. Every touch from him sent me into a tailspin, and I just wanted to feel my body explode already.

His lips took their time before they moved down to my panties, and I felt him tug on them. He moved the delicate fabric down my legs and then quickly moved back up to my center where he devoured me. I moaned out with the pleasure of his touch.

My thighs pressed tight against him, but he wouldn’t allow the distraction and quickly used his hands to hold me open. Exposing me to his tongue, he let me feel the deep lapping of his desire for me. I did desire him. I did want to feel more and more, and I couldn’t deny it as my moans increased in intensity, and I gave in to the pleasure.

“Yes.” I managed to mutter as the pleasure built in my body.

“Yes what?” he teased me.

“Keep doing exactly what you’re doing.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he smiled as he went back to bringing me to pleasure.

For a woman who didn’t normally bring men into my home, I felt surprisingly comfortable with this man between my legs at that very moment. So comfortable that I actually kept my eyes closed and let my body feel the passion that was filling it up quickly.

The more I rocked my hips against his tongue, the closer I felt my body getting to an explosion. I didn’t want to embarrass myself with an orgasm yet. I didn’t want to give in to the desire that I clearly had for him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it as I thrust my hips one last time, and my body shook with absolute delight.

He gazed up at me with a look of accomplishment as his lips gently touched my thigh, and he moved down my leg so he could reach the condom. I heard the wrapping rip and felt his body pull away as he rolled the material down his clearly erect body.

Wyatt’s body was rippled with muscles that I wasn’t sure I had ever seen in a man before. He was solid and firm in every aspect of his body, and as soon as he climbed back toward me, I reached my hands out to feel his body again. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop the need to have my skin and his touching each other.

His body pressed against my opening, and there was a moment when our eyes met in unison. He smiled as his hips pressed forward, and I closed my eyes to let his body enter mine. I had to adjust my hips to allow his full girth inside of me but quickly felt the pleasure as I rocked back and forth and adjusted to his strokes.

I welcomed every inch of him and thrust my hips forward as I felt my body tighten around him. Wyatt moved slowly and kept looking at me. His gaze was soft and gentle. It engulfed me and made me feel loved, even if lust was all he had at that moment.

As our bodies moved in unison, I wrapped my legs around him and held onto his neck for support. Thrust after delicious thrust he delivered, and I screamed out as my body loved every moment. Desire, lust, and whatever else was mixed with the energy between the two of us; it all exploded as our bodies finally did what they wanted to do.

There was no right or wrong. No worrying about how or why we met. Our bodies didn’t care about the semantics of the situation; our bodies had a primal need to fill each other with passion, and that was exactly what we were doing.

I couldn’t let go of him as I tightened up with desire and felt the shiver of orgasm engulf me. It was hard and shook me to my core. My body needed that orgasm more than I would have admitted to.

His body thrust one last time as I finished off my shaking, and together I felt like we had both just had the best first date of our life. Obviously, I had no idea what the light of day would bring, but for that moment, I was totally and utterly satisfied with how things were going.