I dug my fingers into his short, prickly hair, scratching his scalp while he sucked my clit into his mouth. He released it with a pop and grinned up at me. “You liked that?”
I nodded my head fast. “Yes,” I said, my voice cracking and barely audible.
He smiled wider before pressing his mouth against me again and pulling my clit back between his lips. I pushed harder against him, so close to release I could taste it. Just as I felt my body climbing that arduous hill, my climax in sight, he pulled away from me and stood up.
Just as I opened my mouth to complain, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, spreading me wide before plunging inside. My whole body jolted with the bolt of electricity that shot through my veins. Wyatt’s other hand reached around to pull me closer to him as his lips dipped to my nipple.
“You taste better than I imagined,” he breathed against my pebbled flesh.
“Wyatt,” I moaned as he chased me back up that hill.
“Yes, love.”
“Please. I need you.”
“Okay,” he whispered as he kissed my nipples. “Okay.”
He pulled his arm from around my waist and I heard his zipper sliding down its track, but it was so hard to focus on that when his fingers were still pumping in and out of me and his teeth were raking across my breasts.
“Condom,” I gasped as he pulled my nipple into his mouth and bit down hard.
The sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open just barely made it through the haze in my brain. Moments later, Wyatt had both hands wrapped around my hips. He grasped my chin and tipped my face toward his. Our eyes met again, and I felt the rightness all the way to my bones.
“You ready?” he asked softly.
I had this feeling, deep in the pit of my stomach, that what we were about to do would change everything. Not just the dynamic of our relationship, but also him and me. On the deepest level of my understanding, I knew nothing would ever be the same once I agreed to this, but there was no way I could turn back now.
“Yes,” I whispered.
His fingers dug into me as he surged forward, filling and stretching me in a way I’d never felt before. He pushed and pushed as my head fell to his chest. My shoulders heaved as he connected us in the most primitive way. When his hips finally met mine, a violent shudder ran through my whole body, squeezing and bearing down where we were connected.
“Callie,” he groaned.
And then everything changed.
Like a switched had been flipped or a rubber band finally pulled too tight, the small amount of control we’d been clinging to evaporated. My nails dug deep into Wyatt’s neck as he rapidly thrust into me. Gone were the almost tender moments we shared.
This was primal.
This was unfiltered.
This was raw.
His hips slammed into mine in an almost punishing pattern that I did my best to meet. When it seemed to not be enough for him, he lifted me into his arms and slammed my back against the door. I wrapped my legs around him and held on as he picked up the pace, driving me higher than I thought possible.
Just when I didn’t think I’d be able to take any more, just when the pleasure was too intense, I shattered around him, gasping and calling his name. He somehow moved even faster and harder inside of me as I rode out my own climax.
Finally, with one last hard thrust, Wyatt pulled me tight to his toned body and moaned against my skin, my name falling from his lips like a prayer.
We stayed like that for a while, our bodies connected, our chests heaving as we fought to catch our breath. I’d never felt this kind of high before. This floating feeling. This weightlessness. It made me dizzy with the possibilities.
It lowered my inhibitions so far, words spilled from my lips before I could stop them.
“Wyatt, I…”
Love you.
Just as those last two words perched on the edge of my tongue, waiting to be breathed into existence, my brain fired back up and brought me to my senses.
This was the man who’d given me the runaround from the beginning of our relationship.
This was the man who couldn’t figure out what it was he really wanted.
This was the man who’d sent me away, breaking something inside of me I didn’t think could be fixed.
And I’d just given him something I couldn’t take back.
My insides shriveled up as the last tendrils of the high I’d been on evaporated, leaving nothing but coldness behind.
I shouldn’t be here.
I shouldn’t have opened up like this.
I shouldn’t have let myself be so vulnerable.
Wyatt was a flight risk at best. I could only imagine the kind of reaction he was going to have when he finally realized what we’d done.
Or maybe he did know.
Maybe this wouldn’t send him into a tailspin because he’d been prepared for this.
Maybe he was perfectly happy sharing his body with me as long as he got to keep his independence safe and his heart out of reach.
I was an idiot.
I unwrapped my legs from around his hips and slid to the cold tiled floor beneath me. I pushed against his chest until he stepped back and gave me the room I needed to breathe.
“This was a mistake,” I said, my voice shaking with the tears I was just barely holding back.
“Wait,
