I slammed my hands on the marble vanity in front of me and turned around to face him. “Just stop it.”
“Callie, what–”
“No,” I said, holding up a hand. “Just stop. I’m not doing this with you. I can’t take the back and forth. I can’t listen to you be nice to me knowing how easily you can drop me whenever you feel like it. I deserve better than that. I am better than that. We’re not friends. We’re not anything anymore. So, keep your sweet words and your soft touches to yourself. I’m done.”
I pushed him out of my way and stomped toward the door. Just as I reached for the handle, Wyatt grabbed my hand and spun me back around to face him.
I had one single second to watch his eyes go from panicked to determined before his arm wrapped around my waist and his mouth slammed against mine.
Frozen in place, I let him kiss me until my senses came back. When I regained my equilibrium, I jerked my head away and pushed him as hard as I could until he stumbled back a step.
He was panting as he reached up to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. “If you only knew.” He shook his head and took a step closer. “I’ve tried to walk away, but I can’t. I’ve tried so hard to let you go, but you’re in every minute of every one of my days.”
My chest was heaving just as hard as his as my mind spun around and around, trying to catch up to what my heart already knew.
Wyatt was mine.
I took a shaky step toward him as his eyes widened slightly. With a deep breath, I closed the distance between us, wrapped my hand around the back of his neck and dragged his lips to mine.
Chapter 26
Callie
This kiss was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was crude and hurried, but so delicious my toes curled into the rug beneath them.
I’d caught Wyatt off guard by kissing him, but he more than made up for it when he got his bearings. His mouth moved against mine, kissing, and licking, and sucking, and nibbling my lips as I just tried to keep up with him. His hands rested on my biceps, fingers digging into my skin as he pulled me closer.
Finally, he pulled his lips from mine, only to drag them along my jawline and down my neck. I kept my eyes squeezed closed as his warm breath blew along my collarbone, followed by his soft lips.
“Callie,” he said, voice raspy and deep. “Please. Let me touch you.” His mouth skimmed up the other side of my neck and settled beneath my ear. “I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I don’t touch you,” he breathed against my skin.
I dug my fingers into his muscled back. “Yes,” I croaked. “Touch me.”
He moaned softly before his hands slid from my biceps to my ribcage. They skated up my chest until he had both of my breasts in his large palms. His rough thumbs scraped across my sensitive nipples, making me gasp and throw my head back.
His lips found mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck to ensure he didn’t leave again for a while. I explored his mouth while his hands explored my body. They traced my hard nipples before pinching them and pulling gently. The tiny amount of pain mixed with the pleasure was enough to have me writhing in his arms.
His big hands circled my body and slid down my back, where he grasped my butt and squeezed. He groaned loudly into my mouth before pulling away to kiss my face again.
“Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about this ass?” His voice was all grit. I shook my head quickly and he chuckled, his breath tickling my ear. “Fuck, Callie. You have no idea what you do to me.”
The feeling was completely mutual.
His fingers dug into my backside almost painfully before he lifted me and set me down on the cold marble counter. I shivered in his arms as he traced his fingers down my legs, spreading them wide open for him. He stepped closer, his coarse jeans scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs.
With his hands still on my legs, Wyatt dropped to his knees and looked up at me. Our eyes met and that thing that had always been between us roared to life. I watched as his eyes widened in wonder and a slow smile spread across his face.
“I wanna taste you,”
My heart froze in my chest before taking off at twice the speed. I gripped the edge of the counter with my clammy hands as my head spun with lust.
“Please,” he rasped. “Say yes.”
“Yes,” I whispered.
He closed his eyes for a moment, leaning closer to my center and breathing deeply. When his eyes opened again, there was a hunger in them I’d never seen before. It hollowed out my stomach and sent my heart into my throat.
His calloused hands glided up my legs, spreading them farther apart as he went. I watched him watch me, his lids heavy with arousal. When his lips met my inner thigh, my head fell back again. His mouth skimmed up one side and down another as I ached for the release I knew he could give me.
He paused for a long time as I sat there, panting and
