I didn’t watch Wyatt as he strode off. No, because if I didn’t watch him, I wouldn’t think about his broad shoulders and how I wanted to dig my nails into his muscles while he fucked me senseless—that was option A. Option B, wanting my legs over his shoulders. I wasn’t particularly choosey at this point.
And I definitely wouldn’t think his alluring hazel eyes and how I wanted them focused on me while I took him deep in my mouth. No, I wouldn’t think about that mouth of his and how I wanted it on me—hungry and ravenous.
But still hours later, I was thinking about him. I remembered his words to me at the diner and there was a pull between the two of us. I felt it every time he was near me.
I glanced around the room taking note of the moms wearing their “Lion Pride” t-shirts with their acid washed jeans or khaki pants. Some wore power suits and pearls. Mostly, their style was reserved and appropriate. Not at all loud like me with my tattoos and boho style dress and black boots. Could they see my inner dirty girl?
I wondered if Brenda the accountant asked her husband to screw her up against the refrigerator when the kids were out of town. Did Sherilynn, the seamstress at the wedding shop, ask her boyfriend to do depraved things to her while in bed?
What is wrong with me?
Shaking the illicit thoughts I continued to pack up all the baked goods that didn’t sell. If they weren’t picked up by a donor, they were going to a local women’s shelter and food kitchen.
“Goodnight, Hannah,” Rita called out to me as she passed by with her husband.
“Goodnight.” My face hurt from smiling so much.
Blowing out a deep breath, I folded up the metal chairs and leaned them against the wall for the custodial staff to come through and pick up.
Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was nearly ten p.m. Luke and his friends had long gone. They cut out early and went to the diner for burgers and fries, then over to Brandt’s parents’ place for a movie night.
The hallways were dimly lit, and the only sound was my boots clacking against the floor. I rounded the corner realizing I wasn’t near the main office. The smell of chlorine washed over me. I’d ended up outside the natatorium. Turning on my heel I walked briskly past the athletic director’s office.
“Hannah.”
I didn’t have to look behind me to know who the voice belonged to—Wyatt. I turned to face him. “Hi,” I said, feeling the heat spread over my cheeks. “I was just on my way out . . .”
I trailed off leaving it there. He knew that I wasn’t on my way out.
Wyatt was leaning against the wall looking seriously hot in his denim jeans and chambray shirt. I know I’d seen him only a few hours earlier in the gym, but he somehow managed to steal my breath away. I stepped towards him.
“You lost?”
I wasn’t lost, I was looking for him and he probably knew that too. I shook my head. “I might be going down a dangerous road.”
Wyatt pushed off the wall. “You might, or it could be the ride of your life.”
My heart galloped in my chest. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. I took a calm breath, finding my tongue. “Maybe, or it could end in flames. You’re a history teacher. This could be like the great Chicago fire that burned down the city.”
“I’m not looking to burn anything down,” he whispered, threading his hands through my hair. “Plus, I’m not in the possession of any cattle.”
“No?” I inhaled a shaky breath.
“Nope.” His eyes searched mine. “The way you look at me,” he whispered. “Ever since that day you stomped onto my field and demanded my attention I couldn’t stop thinking about you. There was something about you, and now you’re under my skin.”
Wyatt’s mouth was an inch from mine. I groaned, feeling the ridge of his cock nestle between my legs. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Yeah,” he murmured, his hands moving down my back and cupping my ass. His lips mapped over my cheek and down my neck.
My eyes closed. “Please,” I whispered, and my hands moved his hips forward. I was losing all my self-control. He captured my bottom lip between his teeth and then kissed me hard, sending me reeling and my whole body shook with need.
“I got you.” His tongue dove into my mouth as he pressed me against the wall kissing me. I didn’t fight against it, didn’t want to.
I don’t remember when the door opened, but sharp metal bit into my skin as his mouth worked strong and fast over mine. Pleasure swam in my chest and spiraled all the way down building low in my core.
“So good.” He tipped my chin back up locking his eyes on me. “You’re gorgeous.”
“Wyatt, please,” I begged.
His hands inched up my dress, the rough tips of his fingers connecting with my skin making me moan. His teeth nipped at my jaw and down my neck scraping against my tender spots. “When I saw you in those white shorts I wanted my hands on these thighs. And these legs, fuck, they’re lethal. I kept thinking how much I’d love to have them wrapped around me.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed as my fingers pried open the buttons of his shirt. I needed to feel him.
“The fact that I haven’t devoured you yet is a credit to what little self-control I have left, and it’s slipping. And when it’s gone, you’re mine. I won’t be able to stop.”
I fumbled with the last button finally tearing open his shirt running my hands along the hard ridges of his abdomen and up his chest. I loved the feel of him under my fingertips.
My grip on his hips tightened. Wyatt’s hand coasted over my breast coaxing my nipple with this thumb. “Do you want me to stop?”
I swallowed thickly. “No, Wyatt.”
Before I could think, his hands left my body. At first, I was stunned to silence. “What are you doing?” I asked, my breaths coming quick and short.
“There was a slight hesitation in your voice,” he answered.
“There was?” My fingertips danced over my lips.
Wyatt moved towards the door. “There was a pause—a pause long enough for me to realize that I wouldn’t feel comfortable pushing you into something that you might not be fully ready for.”
“But, I am ready,” I protested. “I came down here looking for you.” Our gazes remained locked until I looked away first.
“Okay, I might not be ready,” I whispered. “But, I want to be, and I want to be with you.”
“I want that too,” he commented, smoothing my dress back over my hips.
Wyatt’s hands framed my face as he leaned in kissing me once more. His tongue licked mine slowly as the pads of this thumbs stroked my cheeks.
“Can I walk you to your car?” he asked, buttoning up his shirt.
“No, what if someone sees us? The rumors will start and they’ll churn out words like ‘scandalous’ and ‘inappropriate.’”
He pulled me away from the cage and palmed my ass. “Sweetheart, you and me,” he growled low in my ear and his warm breath fanned across my neck. “We’re about to redefine the word inappropriate.”