"Jess is probably talking her grandma's ear off," she said.
His hand stilled. "Tiger."
Her body vibrated. His fingers were right there. On every spot.
"What?"
"Shuttup."
She closed her mouth, but it only lasted three seconds and she said, "I'm going to come if I don't distract myself."
His hand moved slightly, firmer, and she almost bounded off the bed. The pleasurable sensation consumed her whole body. It was as if he'd touched every spot on her body at once.
Wyatt, propped on his elbow, gaze heated, watched her. He knew what he was doing to her. He wanted to witness his talents, killing her.
And that turned her on.
She fisted the blanket in both hands, giving him what he wanted. Taking what she wanted.
Her orgasm rolled in and suspended her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move. She couldn't hear for the roaring in her ears.
Then, the strong grip on her body left in a whoosh, leaving her tender and sensitive.
She sucked in air and sank into the mattress as her body weakened. Floating, she reached for him with her thoughts, unable to move her body.
Wyatt rolled, picking up both her legs and laid at the bottom of the bed on his side. He hung her legs over his hip. She turned her head, able to see him perpendicular to her body.
He spread her legs on him—one over his shoulder, the other over his knee. Having never had sex in a position that resembled a T, she let him manipulate her exhausted body.
Catching her gaze, his mouth softened. "I want to see you when I make you orgasm again."
They were past the stage of using a condom. She was on birth control and loved having him bare inside of her.
He fisted his cock and trailed the head up and down her slit. In her position and with her lack of strength, she laid there, enjoying the soft caresses.
"You feel good," he mumbled, pressing the tip of his dick in and pulling it out.
Her pussy clenched down, missing. She cupped her breasts with the tingle of her body waking up again.
Wyatt glanced up at her hands, down at her pussy, up again to her face, trying to keep up on how she and her pussy reacted to him. Whatever he saw, he liked. His jaw opened, and the lines on his forehead deepened in concentration.
She could watch him all day and all night. He fascinated and yet mystified her. Proud, strong, and bullheaded when it came to his kids, his work, and those he cared about. As much as she questioned his possessiveness, she loved it all the same.
He made her feel wanted and cared for. Special. His.
His cock slid all the way in. The muscles in her back tightened, and she squirmed. Staying inside her, he pressed his thumb against her clit. Her legs crossed, trapping his hand. He pried her knees apart, opening her lower half to his view again.
God, every part of her body, from her head to her toes was so touchy, so sensitive, so heightened.
Her breathing came fast and desperate.
He used her wetness to slide around and around on her nub. Her legs shook, and her lower stomach tightened. Warmth flooded her between the legs. Squeezing her breasts, she moaned.
"That's it, Tiger. Get it."
Her body vibrated. It wasn't about reaching toward the pleasure; she was along for the ride.
Wyatt moved his cock in short, fast thrusts, adding grunts to her moans. She reached down, bending her upper body to the side and slapped out, trying to reach him. His fingers slid between hers, and she clutched his hand.
Her body convulsed in pleasure. She screamed before biting down on her lip, muffling the sound.
Wyatt ground against her, holding her legs, allowing nothing between them as he stayed connected to her and came.
She closed her eyes, winded, and spent. She held on to him and their clasped hands fell to the bed.
His heavy breathing filled the room. "I'm hungry."
She laughed softly and opened her eyes. "You expect me to cook now? I'm completely useless. I can't move."
"Okay. Take a shower. Then, I'll help you cook."
"You can't cook, and I'm not letting you leave the apartment to go get pizza."
His cock slipped out of her, and he rolled onto his back. "I'll make a deal with you."
"I'm listening." She yawned, fingering the top of his hair.
"You teach me to cook, and we eat naked." He paused. "I can think of a million things to do with noodles and meatballs and you."
She dragged her legs off him and crawled to the end of the bed. Kissing him, she pressed her forehead against his. She could probably suck it up and heave her body out of bed and into the shower.
"You're a sick man, Wyatt Carr." She laughed, kissing him again.
"Mm." He hooked her neck, rolled with her, and pinned her to the bed.
She stifled her shock and muttered, "Pervert."
He captured her lips, and before she could kiss him back, he licked a wide path clear up her cheek with his tongue and then catapulted himself out of bed. She laughed, wiping her face with one hand and throwing the pillow at his retreating naked butt.
Shaking her head in amusement, she pulled herself into a sitting position and let the warmth from being with him fill her. She hugged her middle, trying to contain the happiness.
She was falling in love.
Chapter 24Wyatt
Jess walked out of the hallway, head bowed, and scurried toward the door. Wyatt turned, knowing something was up with her odd posture.
"Whoa, hold up." Wyatt walked to the door of the apartment and turned Jess around.
He tilted her head left and right, and blew out his cheeks. The bright blue eyeshadow and eyeliner on his daughter shocked him. Until now, he hadn't noticed much makeup on her.
His daughter lifted her chin and pulled away from
