Chapter Fourteen

Paige smoothed her hands down Wyatt’s chest, suddenly needing to resume her perusal. A certain level of urgency filled her. Wyatt was right. She’d let Antoine steal ten years. He wouldn’t take another ten minutes. This was her time. She had no idea how far she could let things go without panicking, but she intended to follow her instincts for now.

Wyatt released her to set his hands on the mattress at his sides, leaning back slightly. “I’m all yours.”

His belly dipped when she stroked her fingers over his abs. The man had no fat on him. Anywhere. When she let her gaze lower to the bulge in his jeans again, she decided there was no way she could deal with that part of him yet. So she smoothed her hands back up his chest, over his shoulders, and down his biceps.

Lifting her fingers, she brought them to his face. His jaw was set firm. She stroked his cheeks. The slight growth of beard was soft. She flattened her palms and eased them into his hair. Since the first time she’d seen him, she’d wanted to run her fingers through the thick locks. So soft. The curls fell back to land haphazardly on his forehead.

She brought her lips to his shoulder, suddenly needing to taste him. As she dragged her tongue along his skin toward his neck, she inhaled his scent. Pure Wyatt mixed with his soap and shaving cream and even his shampoo—definitely not the raspberry one he’d bought for her.

Wyatt sucked in a sharp breath.

She didn’t stop, instead kissing a path down his pecs. When she reached his nipple, she instinctively flicked her tongue over it.

He groaned low and deep.

Wetness soaked her panties when he made that sound. The vibrations alone reached her lips and made her sex come alive. Suddenly, her yoga pants were too tight. So was her tank top.

A restlessness made her frantic. She jerked her hands from his chest to his thighs, gripping them as she lifted her face. She was breathing heavily. Her brain was foggy with arousal.

He didn’t move, still leaning back on his hands. His face was red, his eyes penetratingly deep. He was holding the barest edge of his bottom lip between his teeth. He didn’t speak.

She breathed faster, inhaling more of his scent with every sharp intake of breath. The drive to advance this exploration made her skin heat, a tingling racing up her spine. She wanted more. She’d never wanted anything so badly in her life. Whatever more was, she needed it now.

“Wyatt…”

He swallowed. “Whatever you need, baby.”

“I need you to touch me.”

He nodded. “You’re sure? This is not a race.”

“This is totally a race. Now, Wyatt.”

He gulped this time, sitting taller.

Her entire body was on fire with need. “Please.”

“Paige. Slow down. Deep breaths. Not gonna rush this.”

“I feel rushed.”

He chuckled softly. “That’s too bad.” He lifted his hands in front of her, palms open, and then he set them on her waist. He held her gaze as he slid them up slowly until his thumbs grazed the undersides of her breasts. “You may never wear this outside of the house. And I suggest you only put it on when you intend to seduce me.”

She nodded. “Noted.” She had no idea if wearing it in the future would be a good idea or a bad one yet, but his words made her blood race through her veins. She pursed her lips and closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of his thumbs brushing against her sensitive skin.

“I need you to watch me, Paige. I need to know where you are emotionally. I can’t be sure if I can’t see your eyes.”

She opened them, her lips parting. “Please…” She didn’t even know what she was asking for.

His hands slid higher to cradle her breasts entirely while he held her gaze. When his thumbs stroked over her nipples, she gasped and arched into him.

Holy hell. Arousal raced through her as if there was a direct connection between her nipples and her sex. Her breasts seemed fuller. Heavy. The way he held them so reverently made her sway in his direction. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself.

His brows were drawn together slightly in concern. “You okay?”

“Better than.”

He was so gentle. Antoine had not been. He’d grabbed. Squeezed. Groped. Hurt her. She only remembered pain and fear. Nothing like this. She shook that asshole from her head and focused on Wyatt.

“You with me?”

“Yes.”

He leaned forward. “Need your lips.”

She parted hers, closing the distance to offer him her mouth. The moment their lips touched, she sighed into him. It felt so right. She relaxed as he slid his tongue along the slit of her lips as if tasting her. She touched the tip of hers to his, and her eyes slid closed again.

Heaven.

How was it possible that she could be this relaxed in the hands of a man?

He flicked his thumbs over her nipples again, and waves of desire spiraled through her body. When he released her breasts to smooth his hands down her sides, she whimpered.

He broke the kiss, meeting her gaze again with a small smile. “Can I take your shirt off?”

She nodded, biting her lower lip.

“You’re sure?”

“Please, Wyatt.” She leaned closer. “I love the way you look at me. I want to see your gaze on my body.”

His smile widened. “Gladly.” He reached for the hem of her tight tank and lifted it. When he got to the bottom edge of the inside elastic cupping her breasts, he grabbed that too. “Lift your arms.”

She did as he asked, shivering as the air in the room hit her naked torso. This was the first time a man had ever seen her naked, even though it was only from the chest up. She fought the urge to cover herself, gripping his shoulders again so hard her fingernails would leave marks. Watching his face was mesmerizing.

His gaze fell on her heavy breasts, his lips moving, but she didn’t think he was making any sounds. Once again he cupped the globes, weighing them, lifting them. His chest rose and fell as she knew hers did, perhaps in sync. When he touched the tips of her distended nipples with his fingers, she moaned. “Wyatt…”

“I know, babe. Just feel.”

“I’m overloaded.”

“Yeah. That happens.”

“No one has…”

He lifted a brow and then smiled. “No one has touched you like this. Seen you, either.”

“Right.”

His eyes closed slowly, and then he lowered his face. “Need to taste.”

“Oh.” Shit. “Okay.”

He flicked his tongue over one bud, circled it maddeningly, and then sucked it into his mouth. Gently. Not rough.

She arched her chest, her head tipping toward the ceiling, her eyes rolling back. “Jesus…” Her legs shook.

He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

She clenched her legs together. So much sensation in her sex. A throbbing need. Wetness soaked her panties. Was it supposed to be like this?

Earlier she’d wondered why people ever had sex. Now she wondered why people ever came up for air.

His mouth popped free, and he nibbled a path up her chest to her neck and higher until he grabbed her lips again. He kissed them softly and then whispered against them. “You taste and feel amazing.” His hands trailed around to her back and then lower, one resting at the small of her back and one on her butt.

When he hauled her closer, tight against his body, she couldn’t miss the press of his erection against her belly. Did that pressure feel good to him? Relieve him in some way? She doubted it. She also hated knowing she wasn’t ready for him to go much further.

The edge of panic seeped in. She tensed. He held her, not moving. “I’ve got you.” How did he know she needed that? His voice. His reassurance. His promise.

She relaxed enough to enjoy the feel of his hand cupping her butt. So close to her sex. His pinky rested at the seam of her thigh. Instinct made her spread her legs a few inches.

“You still okay?”

“Yes.” How could she tell him she needed him to touch her there?

“You want me to stop?”

“No.” The word was barely audible, but she meant it.

“We have our whole lives, Paige.”

“Mmm.” She somehow managed to press more firmly against his erection.

He pulled back but demanded, “Look at me.”

She met his gaze again.

“I don’t have to take your sexy, tight pants off to make you come. If you want me to take you there, I will.”

Her face heated to a new extreme. She inhaled sharply. “I’d like that.”

He smiled. “Then you shall have it.” Holding her gaze, he kept one hand on her lower back and slid the other around to the front, pressing his spread fingers against her belly and inching them lower. “Spread your legs for me.”

She stepped out, her sex throbbing and hot.

Suddenly his middle finger hit a spot that made her lift onto her toes and gasp.

“Oh, baby. You’ll never understand the beauty of this gift.” He dipped lower until he cupped her sex, trapping the heat. When he pressed against her, she lost her balance.

He held her up by that hand and the one at her back. Her legs were useless. And then his fingers stroked across her folds, and her vision swam. She listed forward.

“Eyes on me.”

She tried to focus, failing.

He paused. “More?”

“Jesus, Wyatt, yes.” Her voice belonged to some other person. A sex fiend. She winced at the demanding tone.

He simply continued to smile and rubbed across her lower lips, making her wish her pants were not between his hand and her sex. But when he returned his attentions to what was obviously the key to the universe and flicked his finger over the little nub rapidly, she screamed.

Something snapped inside her, and she unraveled. Pulses of white hot pleasure caused her channel to squeeze in on itself rhythmically. Over and over. She thought she might have actually died. Surely her heart stopped.

When it was finally over, and she was left with the occasional quiver, she slumped against him. He continued to cup her sex for several seconds, pressing, teasing, tempting. And then he slid both hands to her waist, lifted her up, and rolled to one side to deposit her on her back next to him.

He stared down at her, his fingers dancing up her belly and across her breasts. Goose bumps rose in the wake of the tsunami. Her nipples puckered when he tapped them.

Finally, unable to take another moment of sensation, she grabbed his wrist to stop the torture. Her vision cleared enough to see his eyes. “You… That was…” There were no words.

“I can’t believe I’m going to ask this, but have you never orgasmed?”

She swallowed. “If that was an orgasm, I’m never leaving this room again until I’m forty. And no, of course not. When would I have done that?”

His eyebrows rose, gathering in the center until they nearly touched. “Anytime you wanted?”

She flushed a deep, heated red. “You mean masturbating?”

“Yeah.” He said the one word as if he’d said, duh.

She shook her head, slightly mortified. “No. Seriously? No.”

He gave a soft chuckle. “People do it all the time, babe. I mean every day. Not just men. Women do too.”

“Not me.” Her mind flooded with thoughts. Women masturbated? All the time? Who would have told her that? She didn’t have girlfriends. Locker room talk or whatever. Sleepovers. Nothing like that ever happened in her life. The years when she should have been hanging with her girlfriends at the mall or at parties were spent hiding from the world with her safe gay friend who was also hiding.

Except he had boyfriends secretly on the side. And he had sex. She’d sat alone in her apartment or before that in her parents’ house ignoring her sexual needs, or not even realizing she had them. “I’ve never touched myself like that, Wyatt,” she felt the need to add. “I never even wanted to awaken the idea of being touched. It made me close down and turn it off.”

“Well, the good news is, I promise to make up for lost time. You have no idea how gorgeous you were coming around my hand like that. Best gift I’ve ever received. I’ve never been so hard in my life.”

“Shit.” She twisted to more fully face him, leaning slightly on her side. “You, uh…”

He shook his head. “Didn’t say that so you’d feel sorry for me. I’ll live. Like I said, plenty of time.”

“Do you…masturbate? I mean, of course you do.” She felt stupid. “But I mean like, do you want to now?”

He snickered. “Well, yes. But you have to understand men get hard-ons all the time. Several times a day. We don’t always act on it. It will go back down. Granted, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard, and it will take a while for my cock to tame, but it will happen.”

She flushed again. Cock? She was definitely naïve. “I’m a tease.”

He gripped her waist. “Stop it. You’re not. You’re inexperienced and learning and getting to know yourself. I’d be a selfish prick to pressure you to go further today. But just to warn you, next time I’m going to remove your pants and eat your pussy until you scream my name so loud the mountain shakes.”

Yes, there were deeper shades of red. She flung an arm over her eyes, flopping onto her back.

Wyatt laughed. “I absolutely love your innocence. It’s hotter than hell.”

“It’s equally embarrassing.”

“Don’t let it be.” He kissed her nipple, stunning her since she wasn’t looking. But also shocking was that she didn’t pull away. It felt right. Perfect. She wanted more. She wouldn’t tell him that, but she definitely wanted more.

He nuzzled her breasts, kissing them reverently. “I gotta tell you something.”

She froze. Uh-oh.

He lifted his face, shaking his head. “Not something bad. Don’t wig out.” A gentle kiss landed on her lips before he continued. “Women don’t usually orgasm that easily. Not that quickly and not through their clothes. Some do. Not gonna lie. But most don’t. You’re absolutely not lacking in the arousal department. Super sensitive. Eventually, I’m gonna make you come like that over and over, piling one orgasm on top of the other until you don’t know up from down.”

She definitely stopped moving or breathing. Slowly she lifted her hand up to cross it over her breasts and rolled into his side. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“And you’re telling me this now when you aren’t willing to take off your jeans?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s the tease?”

He laughed, his body shaking. It felt so good, pressing against her mate while he held her and talked dirty to her and made her feel like a princess. She wouldn’t have believed it would ever be possible for her to let a man so much as touch her arm, let alone cup her sex and rub her through her pants. Forget that she knew for a fact she wouldn’t enjoy it and it would hurt.

Only a handful of hours after she dumped her soul on a platter in front of Wyatt and he had her putty in his hands.

Good thing?

She hoped so.