I felt Wyatt’s eyes on me, following me across the dining room and through the doors to the kitchen. When I entered the hallway, it didn’t surprise me when he grasped my biceps pulling me into the room where the paper products were stored.
“What are you doing?”
“I got tired of waiting on a phone call,” he answered.
“Is that right?”
Two steps and I found myself in Wyatt’s arms with his lips pressed against mine. My tongue slid across his, stroking greedily. His hand fisted my ponytail, holding me in place taking over the kiss with an urgency that matched the screaming need coursing through my veins.
He was all over me, his lips rained kisses down my cheek and my neck. When his fingers dug into my hips, I moaned against him. He lifted me up and my legs wrapped around his waist. Wyatt kissed my throat and my jaw, and I arched against him.
“Tell me that you’re going to spend the night with me,” he demanded.
My thighs squeezed around him, and I dipped my head capturing his lips with mine. “What if I have plans?”
“Cancel them,” he said, against my mouth.
I licked my lips holding his gaze. “Is that what this good time note is all about?”
“Yes, because I happen to know that you have a teenager free weekend.”
I laughed against him, and dropped my lips to his, capturing his bottom lip into my mouth and biting. “Is that so?”
He nodded vigorously, setting my feet to the floor. “I’m gonna leave. I’ll text you my address. Come over.”
Wyatt brought a hand to my hair and crushed his lips to mine, our mouths moving together in sync and my hands roaming over his chest.
“Hannah, your to-go order is all ready, but the customer seems to have left.” I heard Misty one of the waitresses call out.
The slow realization that I was at my place of work and making out in a pantry with the one man in town that I shouldn’t, flooded into my mind. We could be caught by anyone.
But then I realized something else—I didn’t care.
I didn’t care.
This was bad. Shit.
“As your sister and your consultant for all things that concern you getting properly laid, you need to wear that mini lace bustier and matching panty set from Victoria’s Secret,” Ryleigh instructed via FaceTime. “And make sure that your toenail polish isn’t chipped.”
“It’s not chipped,” I assured. “Do I pack a bag?”
Ryleigh laughed. “Girl, yes, pack an overnight bag—toothbrush, deodorant and a clean pair of panties. Don’t take another bra, that way you can walk around braless.”
I rolled my eyes. This was the oddest conversation. “You should design overnight kits for women. Call it The Dirty Girl’s Sleepover Style box.”
“Not a bad idea. Let me see that white lace dress on you again.”
I sat the phone on my dresser and then slipped the dress on over my head. “Okay, here you go—the white lace dress.” I angled the camera at my full-length mirror and then back to myself.
“That’s the one. He is going to go crazy seeing your legs in that dress.”
“Okay, what else do I need to know about? What’s new in sex?”
Ryleigh burst out with laughter. “Honey, nothing is new in sex as long as he didn’t instruct you to bleach your asshole. I think you’re going to have a good old-fashioned banging.”
“Eww, Ryleigh, honestly,” I groaned.
“All right, sis, have fun, pack some condoms.”
My eyes popped wide. “Wait, I have to bring the condoms? I’m on the pill.”
I was still on the pill even though I hadn’t had sex in a very long time. It didn’t matter, the pill regulated my periods and kept me from being a ragey, stabby bitch. I turned the camera away from me as I put on the lingerie Ryleigh suggested.
“You’re still on the pill? IUD’s are life changing. Bring condoms just in case—nothing wrong with two forms of protection.”
“Right,” I said, angling the phone screen back at me. “I’m nervous,” I admitted.
“Listen, you have nothing to be nervous about,” she said. “I know that Carter was your first everything, but it is okay that you are moving on. Do you hear me? And if anyone makes you feel bad—fuck them. Hannah, I’ve never seen you smile as much as you have during our last few chats. That man is good for you.”
“Thanks, sis, I love you,” I said, clasping the back of my earring.
“Now, go get laid. Love you.”
The call ended and I went to the task of packing an overnight back. As I rounded the corner, I remembered to grab my phone charger. When I passed by Luke’s room a terrible thought entered my mind—did my son have condoms?
Oh God, why did this pop into my head?
Which was worse? Scenario number one: me driving into town and stopping off to get condoms for fear of being seen? Scenario number two: rummaging through my seventeen-year-old son’s drawers for condoms?
Nope. I was not doing this. I hurried down the stairs and out the door.
Surely, Wyatt had condoms. My pulse pounded against my temple as I drove to Wyatt’s house. Fourteen minutes later, I pulled up to an enormous ski-in/ski-out chalet made of stone and wood that seemed to take up half the mountain.
I trekked up the stairs and fluffed my hair. In the spirit of not being presumptuous, I left my overnight bag in the car. If the sex was horrible or if he turned out to have weird sex fetishes, I would not be sticking around.
My finger hovered over the doorbell as flood of emotions hit me. I glanced at my dress, pressing my palms over the lace and smoothing the soft fabric. Why did I feel as if I was about to lose my virginity all over again? Swallowing down the nerves, I told myself that I was a grown ass woman who was allowed to enjoy myself.
Shake it off.
“Are you going to stand there all night or come inside?” That deep voice that had become like an addictive drug crashed over me and I looked up to find Wyatt standing on his balcony. The dusk colors of late summer passing over his strong features. He wore a black t-shirt and dark denim jeans. He’s tall, and from this angle, he’s even more commanding and alluring. Gah. Sex on a stick.
“Hi,” I breathed. “You want to let me inside your mountainside castle?”
“The door is open, all you have to do is step inside.”
Smiling I opened the door. My eyes darted around his foyer. I didn’t know where to focus my eyes first, the beautifully textured wood walls or the accent walls with stone veneer in grey and black. Between the large glass windows and the high-vaulted ceilings with a handcrafted twig chandelier, there was so much light that illuminated the space. It took my breath away.
Wyatt approached me from the living room and led me through the space. The entire house was rustic with modern touches. My fingertips brushed over the back of his plush grey sofa as I admired every straight line and angle. This was not what I expected in a bachelor pad from Wyatt, but it was definitely his style, and the robust details made it warm and inviting.
“Impressive.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” His hands fell to my waist, as his lips ghosted over mine. “By the way, this dress is quite sexy on you. Your legs are amazing.”
“You want to give me the grand tour?” I asked, waving my hand around his living room.
“Later. I have other plans—you naked in my bed.” His voice was rich with promise.
As we climbed the stairs, Wyatt took my hand in his. My heartbeat matched the sound of our footsteps over the hardwood. Once we reached the master suite, his hands tugged at the hem of my dress, pulling it over my head and tossing it onto the chair beside the bed.
“You don’t waste any time,” I teased.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?”
I shook my head. “Tell me.”
“Too long.”
My hands gripped his t-shirt, and I inched it up over his chest, my fingers glided over his abs. Wyatt’s hazel eyes burned bright when his hands covered mine jerking the fabric up and over his head.
Wyatt’s hands fell to my ass, alternating between kneading and caressing. His lips landed on mine kissing me hard, slipping his tongue deep inside my mouth.
The scent of clean soap mixed with a tantalizing spice. As I tangled my hands in his hair, my body pressed against the hard planes of his chest the ridge of his erection pushed into my thigh. I popped the button and then lowered the zipper on his jeans. When my hands pushed the denim over his ass gravity did the rest.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, lifting me up and dragging me to the middle of his bed.
My heart thumped in my chest as he kissed me. I clawed at his back urging him closer.
“It felt like my life had been on repeat like a worn out record for so long and then there you were on my field, and I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
Wyatt’s arms banded around me until all I could feel was hard muscle and heat. “Then I opened my mouth,” I teased.
His chest vibrated against me as he laughed. “Yeah, you’re a feisty one.”
My hands framed his face. “You pushed my buttons.”
“And you drive me crazy,” he rasped, kissing the soft spot below my ear.
Desire wound through me like a drug. His lips pressed to mine, making my whole body tremble with need. My pounding heart shifted into overdrive.
In a blur of movements Wyatt had made quick work stripping me out of my lingerie. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and then gave the other one the same treatment, this time biting softly.
I arched into his touch as he licked and sucked every inch of my neck and shoulders. His mouth worked an erotic magic, and the light stubble of his chin scraped along my skin sending shocks of pleasure to every nerve in my body. My pussy throbbed with ache as he snatched up my lips again. He was right there where I needed him and his cock pressing into my thigh turning my need into agony.
Wyatt rolled up to his knees and shoving his boxers down giving me the pleasure of viewing his hard cock. “Wow,” I blurted.
That sexy smirk of his appeared as his large hand stroked up and down his thick shaft and over the crown. Leaning forward, his mouth landed on my pussy. A wave of tingles spun up my spine and a gasp dropped from my lips.
“Wyatt,” I breathed.
“Mmhhh, Hannah,” he growled against my skin.
Teasing me, his tongue lashed over my clit. “Ahhh,” I cried out. My eyes squeezed shut and my hands pulled at tugged his hair.
He pulled away from me, my fingers clawed at the sheets at the sound of a drawer opening. I watched as he rolled the condom down his cock. Kneeling between my legs, Wyatt’s gaze swept over me, sending my heartbeat racing. No other man had seen me like this, only Carter.
“You are perfect,” he whispered, pushing inside me inch by inch. I sucked in slow deep breaths as he moved inside me. Tension rolled off my body and I tried to focus.
“Relax, Hannah, let your body relax.” Wyatt kissed my cheek and down my throat. My muscles slowly uncoiled, I looked into his eyes and found everything I needed to recapture the moment.
My nails dug into his forearms and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he drove into me with precise piston like strokes. “Wyatt, yes,” I moaned.
Wyatt was thorough—this was toe-curling orgasmic sex. Every nerve ending in my body registered it. My lips found his as we found our perfect rhythm and I relished every second.
He pounded into me and growled in my ear, “Fuck, Hannah, you feel so damn good.”
The muscles in his neck pulled tight, and I kissed him there. Tingles of my budding orgasm stirred, taking hold of my thoughts. Savoring this moment, there was nothing more that I wanted, but I was on the verge of losing it, it had been too long.
Wyatt churned his hips, working faster, hitting all the right spots. Everything tightened and coiled, and I was falling, falling to sweet oblivion.
“Let go, Hannah,” he said, before crushing his mouth to mine.
My orgasm barreled through me with intensity. Every inch of my skin blazed, it was hot, beautiful bliss. “Yes, oh yes, Wyatt.”
Thrusting deeper, his release was heralded by a sound that I could only describe as a primal growl. “Holy shit.”
He cuddled me close as we tried to regain our breathing. Our bodies were slick with sweat, and my hair clung to the back of my neck. My legs were completely jellied. I wasn’t sure that I could move. In his arms I wanted to stay like this forever. I knew that I couldn’t, but I could at least enjoy this moment.