Joey followed her to the front door. "Don't be afraid of calling if anything else goes wrong."
"You're just like your grandpa." Mrs. Danski patted Joey's cheek. "Except prettier."
"Prettiest woman I've ever seen," said Wyatt, waiting for her outside the apartment.
Joey laughed, though her stomach fluttered at the attention. "Mrs. Danski, have you met Wyatt Carr?"
"You must be Travis's dad." Mrs. Danski's head went back as she peered up at Wyatt. "He's a sneaky boy. Always slinking around and hiding behind the bushes. I could barely get his name out of him."
"Let me know if he bothers you." Wyatt looped his arm across Joey's shoulders.
Mrs. Danski scoffed. "He's doing what boys do. I raised four of them. Of course, they're all grown up now and moved away with their own families."
"We'll let you enjoy the rest of your afternoon." Joey smiled and leaned into Wyatt. "This one promised me a romantic night, and I'm not going to let him get away without sweeping me off my feet."
Mrs. Danski cackled with delight. Joey hugged Wyatt to her and walked toward her apartment. The kids were at their grandma's house until tomorrow afternoon, and Wyatt wasn't due to work until Monday. Wyatt's mom knew to call Joey's number if anything was needed, which meant they could sleep in her bed, and she couldn't wait to be with him.
"You didn't have any problem fixing the plumbing?" he asked, opening her door.
"Nope." She went inside, kicked off her sneakers, and washed her hands in the kitchen sink. "Thanks to tagging around with my grandpa growing up, little fixes are easy. It's the big things that I have to call in a repairman for."
"Or ask me."
"I wouldn't bother you with repairs." She dried her hands and went into the living room.
He snagged her wrist, pulling her close. "It's not a problem for me to help you."
"I've set up a savings account to cover the cost of upkeep and make sure there's enough there for any emergencies that come up in the complex."
"You're not listening." He hooked her neck, holding her in place. "I want to help you."
She raised to her toes and kissed him. "Then, thank you."
"Thank me again." He captured her face and using his mouth, nudged her lips open.
Arousal hit her instantly, and her back arched, pressing her breasts against his chest. A moan slipped out and she stroked his tongue. She dropped to her heels and gazed up at him. He cupped her face with his hand and she pressed her cheek against his palm.
She traced his lower lip with the pad of her thumb, feeling the warmth and softness. Her heart quickened. For as long as she lived, she would never take being with him for granted. That the man she admired, and okay...lusted over, was sleeping with her, taking care of her, putting her smack-dab in the middle of his family.
And it was better than anything she ever imagined.
He grabbed her butt, yanking her closer, and his eyes warmed. The hard ridge of his cock inside his jeans pressed against her, seeking attention.
Placing both of his hands on either side of her face, he said, "I don't want to spend any of our time together with clothes on."
"Mm." She smiled up at him. "We haven't had dinner yet."
"Sex, dinner, then more sex."
"Naked dinner?"
He cocked his eyebrow. "What's for dinner?"
"Noodles with white sauce and meatballs."
He growled. "Hell, yes, naked."
He traced her eyebrows, her cheekbones. She slipped her hands underneath the hem of his shirt, needing to touch him as much as he touched her. He was perfection. From his hard abdomen to the hair on his chest—such a broad chest. She went down to his lean hips.
Wyatt traced her lips with his tongue, drawing her lower lip into his mouth. She moaned, tugging on his belt, wanting his body free of clothes.
He let go of her and ripped off his shirt. She unbuttoned her top, flinging her clothes off in her hurry to get back to Wyatt. Glancing at him, peeling off his jeans, she wiggled her panties down her thighs. All his construction work gave him a butt and legs made of steel.
Then, they were together. Skin on skin. Two naked bodies pressed against each other. His hardness against her softness. A perfect fit.
She played her fingers over his chest, his shoulders, his arms. Stretching, she reached his neck and pressed kisses underneath his beard, feeling the lump of his Adam's apple against her lips.
He captured her wrist and took her hand down between their bodies. She wrapped her fingers around his erection. Wyatt growled in pleasure, which excited her.
She nipped the front of his shoulder. He pulsed harder in her hand. Licking the area, she tasted him and took her lips to his chest, kissing the muscle on one side, then the other. She lingered on his tattoo, kissing the whole area.
Wyatt pressed his cock into her hand, his breath came faster, deeper. She raised up and looked him in his hooded eyes. "Bedroom?"
He swooped her up in his arms, claiming her mouth, and carried her down the hallway.
She landed on the bed, on her back, and he lowered himself beside her. Grabbing his beard, she dueled her tongue with his as he coaxed her thighs apart without any struggle. Her pussy wanted his touch.
Wyatt pulled his mouth away from hers and looked down the length of her body. Her pelvis came off the bed as he skimmed his finger over her clit.
"Beautiful." His voice barely a whisper.
He parted her lower lips, sliding his finger inside of her. She quivered at the invasion and blinked to keep her eyes open at the flood of sensations curling between her legs.
"Wh-what do you think the kids are doing at your mom's?" she asked.
He continued to rub his finger inside of her and added his thumb on her clit. She sucked in air, moving her hips.
"I bet Travis is eating everything in sight," she said.
Wyatt shifted his hand, and a
