He slid open the shower door and wrapped her in a towel. She followed him into the bedroom, drying the drips from her hair.
The kids were due home in two hours. It would be the last time she had sex with Wyatt until they could figure out another time to sneak off together.
Wyatt sat on the edge of the bed. She straddled his legs and sat on his thighs, facing him.
"I really love being with you." She trailed her hands over the tattoos of his children's names on his chest.
He caressed her nipples with his thumbs. "Same, tiger."
She moved her hands over his shoulders and rubbed the top of his back. "There's no scratches on you."
"You checked?" He chuckled.
She wound her arms around his neck and kissed her way to his mouth. "I always check you out."
He lowered his hands and cupped her ass. She arched against him.
"I'm on the pill," she said against his mouth. "I want to feel you bare inside of me."
He fell with her to the bed, cushioning their landing. He growled against her mouth, and the vibration of the sound went straight to her pussy.
Wyatt hooked his hands around the back of her knees, spreading her more. She slipped her arms around his neck, arching her breasts against his chest. Her tongue clashed with his, hot and demanding.
He plunged into her wetness. Her body trembled at the fullness. It always amazed her that he fit her perfectly as if they were made for each other.
He moved inside of her. Back and forth. Fast and slow. He ground his pelvis into her clit, muffling her moan with his mouth and adding a groan of his own pleasure. She panted as her body tightened. How could he be that good, each and every time they had sex?
He sped up, taking, and giving. Her hands stayed on his body, his ribs, his shoulders, his arms at an almost frantic pace. She was obsessed with him.
He growled in her mouth. God, that was it. Right there. Yes. Yes.
"Wyatt," she murmured, bucking underneath him.
He shifted his body, leaning on his elbow and slid his other hand between them to circle her clit. "Come for me."
As if her body listened only to him, she shuddered underneath him. Her pussy squeezed his cock, and he again shifted, putting his weight on her and giving her every inch.
He tore his mouth away from hers and threw back his head, groaning his release.
She rubbed her leg along his hip and smiled lazily up at him. He was beautiful, and he wanted her. Only her.
He rolled over onto his side, taking her with him. "Give me a second, and we'll squeeze another one in."
She laughed softly, entwining her fingers with his and kissed the back of his knuckles. "Were you serious about us being together?"
He lifted his head. "Damn serious."
She quivered with excitement. The truth was in those dark, beautiful eyes of his.
Chapter 16Wyatt
A PUNGENT MUSTY ODOR wafted out the door. Wyatt stepped inside and visually assessed the damage to the last unused apartment in Unit C. While there was no fire damage, the smoke from downstairs had wafted up through the floorboards, coupled with the area being shut up for years with no heat causing a mildew problem, everything on the surface would need to be replaced.
The drywall, floorboards, and flooring would need torn out. It would be the only way he could check the structural damage that his eyes couldn't see. He suspected there was damage on the subfloor from when the fire department sprayed water to put the fire out downstairs.
Unfortunately, the last apartment had the least amount of damage. The other three were a total gut job.
Joey stood beside him, covering her nose and mouth with her hand. He pressed his hand on her lower back, guiding her out of the room.
Shutting the door, he inhaled deeply, trying to get the stench out of his nose. Carr Construction normally stuck with new construction, only doing remodels during the winter when business slowed, but he could make an exception.
"If you can handle odd hours and a longer end-time, I can give you an estimate of the cost and do the job myself." He leaned on the railing of the balcony. "If you're looking to have this done as fast as possible, I could get a crew together at the end of the month. It'll take five weeks, and the cost goes up from there. I'll write out a bid with no obligation. I'd advise you to get a couple more estimates first from other companies before you make up your mind."
"I don't want a bargain on the price because we're seeing each other. I would need to be charged what everyone else has to pay," said Joey.
Regardless, he would do the labor for free if she could wait. Assigning a crew, he would have no option but to make sure his men were paid.
"I'm in no hurry." She moved to him and looped her arm through his. "It'll have to wait until January, anyway."
"Because you want to play in the Blackfoot Tournament?"
"I know it's a long-shot, but I've been dreaming about playing in a higher stakes tournament since I worked up my courage to walk into a bar by myself and ask to play. I have to try and gather the money for Blackfoot, even if I don't reach my goal."
He turned his head and kissed her. "You'll get the money."
"I don't know..." She shrugged. "But I don't have anything to lose. If I turn out short, that means I'll have more money to fix the apartments, right?"
He straightened, distracted when Jess walked into the parking lot.
From his view, he mapped her destination, and she headed toward an older pickup. It was bad enough he worried about Travis, but his daughter had never given
