I smacked his shoulder, but the stupid smile wouldn’t leave my face. He kissed back up to my mouth and all rational thought flew right out of my head. His hands skimmed along my shoulders and down my sides before circling my waist and dragging me closer to him. Until nothing separated us.
I wrenched my lips away from him once more. “And another thing–”
He pressed his mouth against mine again, stealing the words from me and making me forget what I’d wanted to say in the first place. When his lips moved from mine and started a trek down my throat, he finally spoke, his voice so deep and gravelly, it sent a bolt of electricity down my spine.
“We’ve got the rest of our lives for you to yell at me, Callie girl, and I’m sure I’ll give you new reasons soon enough. For right now, just let me hold you. Let me feel you and know you’re mine. Let me love you.”
I froze in place for a moment before my bones liquefied and I melted into his arms. He held me upright, his embrace strong, promising he’d never let me fall.
His warm hands slipped underneath my tank top, settling on the small of my back before trailing his fingers up my spine. I shivered in his hold and held onto him tighter.
“Will you let me love you the way you deserve? The way I’ve dreamed about,” he whispered against my skin.
I was nodding before he’d finished asking his question. I didn’t even know why he felt he needed to ask. I was his. Every single part of me belonged to him and I wanted everything he had to give.
“Yes,” I gasped as he sucked on my neck. “Please.”
His hands gripped my waist tightly before sliding up my ribcage, bringing my top with them. I leaned back and held my hands in the air so he could pull it over my head. He tossed it aside as I reached down to yank his shirt off. When it was in a pile next to mine, I tried to take a moment to admire all his golden skin, but Wyatt pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me.
We stood there for a long time, skin to skin. Our hearts beating together in time, our chests heaving with our labored breaths. Connected like we’d never been before.
But I wanted more.
I pressed my lips against his collarbone, smiling softly when a chill raced through his body. Moving slowly, I slid my mouth up the thick column of his throat, past his racing pulse and along his whiskered jaw.
He smelled so good. Like warm leather and man. My man. I inhaled deeply, pulling him into me, down to the marrow of my bones like I could keep him prisoner there. My fingers trailed along his strong arms, up to his broad shoulders and across his toned back. There wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t absolutely perfect.
While I explored him, he did the same to me. Tracing patterns and rubbing soothing circles along my naked back. Slipping those rough hands down my spine to grasp my butt and squeeze.
I leaned far enough away that I could catch his gaze and reveled in the feel of our connection. In the rightness I felt in his arms. How I knew this was where I was always meant to be. He smiled softly at me, just one corner of his lips tilting, but it was enough to make my heart stutter in my chest.
He was beautiful.
And he was mine.
He dipped his head and caught my lips again, treating me to a long, luxurious kiss that curled my toes and made my pulse race faster. With his hands still on my butt, he lifted me into the air until my face was level with his and I could wrap my legs around his waist. He walked slowly through my room, somehow dodging the mess I always seemed to leave these days, until he reached my bed and slowly lowered me.
He pulled his lips away from mine and stood up straight, his hot eyes watching me closely. I laid there, completely bare from the waist up, feeling nothing but beautiful as his eyes raked over my skin.
He reached for the button on his jeans and popped it open before sliding the zipper down its track. The sound echoed through the quiet room, making my heart race faster and my breaths come quicker. His lips tipped into a little smirk that I swore I’d kiss off him as soon as he got close again.
With his hands at his waistband, he slowly pulled the rest of his clothes off and kicked them aside. Wyatt stood at the edge of my bed, looking so strong, and beautiful, and masculine. I couldn’t look away.
“Your turn,” he said, his voice so deep it delved right beneath my skin.
I swallowed once and reached for the hem of my shorts, sliding them over my hips and down my legs as he watched. His eyes heated as he dragged his gaze all over my body. I swear, it was so intense, it was like I could feel him.
“Fuck, Callie,” he rasped, sending a thrill through me.
I reached out with both hands and he reacted immediately, crawling onto the bed and into my outstretched arms. He tucked his hands beneath my body and pulled me to him, erasing the space between us once again. Wyatt pressed his nose against my neck and breathed deeply as he squeezed me tightly to his hard chest.
He pulled away so he could look in my eyes, his so beautiful in that moment. “You’re my everything. You know that?”
I slowly shook my head, because I didn’t. I hadn’t.
Wyatt leaned down and rubbed his
