Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Oh, please just kiss me, Wyatt!
My heart was racing while we meandered along the trail.
Suddenly, he stopped walking and turned to look at me. I sank my teeth down into my lip. The way he was looking at me had my lower stomach building with desire.
“You’re so beautiful, Sky.”
Lord, does this boy know how to make me melt.
He cupped my face within his hands and slowly walked me back until I was pinned against a tree. His eyes quickly searched my face, like he was waiting for me to tell him no. When I didn’t say anything, he pressed his lips against mine.
Gripping his arms, I held on while the kiss took me to a place I’d never been before. I dared to let myself believe that, with Wyatt, everything would be okay. He would protect me.
He dropped his hands from my face and pulled my body closer to his. I could feel how much he wanted me.
How long will he wait until I am ready?
He moaned softly into my mouth, causing me to press myself against him. He was driving me crazy, and I fought hard to keep from begging him to relieve the buildup between my legs.
The kiss quickly turned a bit more frantic as our hands were soon all over each other.
Wyatt pulled back and dragged in a few deep breaths. Leaning his forehead against mine, he tried to calm himself down while I did the same.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
I brought my hands up to his chest. The feel of his heart racing made me smile. At least I knew he felt the same way as me.
“For what?”
“I don’t want to rush you, Skylar, and I’m trying hard to keep control of my emotions, but just now, I really wanted to put my hand down your pants and make you come.”
My mouth parted open as I sucked in a breath. I’d never been as turned on as I was in this moment.
What would Wyatt whisper in my ear when he made love to me?
I didn’t dare even imagine.
With a frustrated sigh, he added, “And that makes me a total asshole.”
Pulling my head back, I looked at him. “What? No, it doesn’t. If it does, then that makes me one, too, because the whole time you were kissing me, that’s all I wanted you to do.”
I swore, his eyes glowed when I said that.
“Wyatt, I’m not ready to make love yet…but I’m also not ashamed to say that I want you.”
His lips were back on mine. This time, he kissed me deeply, passionately. I was willing him to touch me. I didn’t even care that we were out in public.
Wyatt pulled slightly back and wrapped his arm around me as we walked back to his truck. Setting me in the passenger seat, he shut the door and ran around the front to his side.
Trying hard to keep my breathing under control, I let my imagination run wild. Was he taking me somewhere? What was his plan?
Fast, shallow breaths were all I could manage to do. My body was practically trembling with the idea that Wyatt actually wanted to make me feel good.
Shit. Is he taking me home? Maybe he’s afraid he won’t be able to stop.
When he got back into the truck, he started it and put it in drive.
“Where…where are we going?”
“If I didn’t get you out of there, I was going to do something both of us would have regretted.”
His words hit me like something had just been slammed against my chest.
Looking out the window, I fought to hold back my tears. He regretted this? How could he not feel what I was feeling?
“Are you taking me home?” I said, trying not to sound choked up.
“No! Why would you think that?”
Turning to look at him, I replied, “You just said you regretted what happened just then.”
He laughed. “No, I said I had to get you out of there before I regretted doing something…like making you call out my name while my hand was down your pants. That is the last thing I would ever want anyone to see.”
“Oh,” I whispered.
Suddenly feeling so overwhelmed with emotions, I thought I might cry. Wyatt cared so much about me. I wasn’t used to having someone put themselves second to me, like he did. He was so patient with me.
He pulled into the parking lot of the library and drove around to the back. Throwing the truck in park, he sat there and stared straight ahead.
He was probably trying to figure out how to do what we both wanted to happen next.
“Wyatt, do you believe me when I say I’m not a girl who sleeps around or just has sex to have it?”
His head snapped over to look at me. “Of course I do.”
“Then, please don’t think bad of me right now.”