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)
He narrowed his eyes and looked at me. “Why would I?”
Pressing my lips together, I unbuckled and quickly crawled on him. Straddling him, my lips moved against his as I began to rock against him. I could tell he was still hard. The feel of him pressed against me was almost more than I could take.
“Jesus, Skylar,” he whispered as he pushed his hand through my hair. He deepened the kiss.
My body moved slowly at first until that feeling quickly started building. I pushed harder against him and rocked faster. The friction of our clothes seemed to intensify the sensation.
Wyatt grabbed my hips, pulling me in closer.
“Oh God,” I whispered as my entire body felt like it was about to explode.
Wyatt’s lips were on my neck, kissing me so gently that I wanted to scream for more yet beg him to go slower.
When he lifted his hips, the friction was perfect. “Angel, you are so fucking beautiful.”
That was my undoing. “Wyatt!” I cried out.
He placed his mouth over mine, quickly swallowing my moans of pleasure, while my body trembled with the force of my orgasm.
When it finally felt like I could breathe again, we both stopped moving. I had just had one of the most amazing orgasms of my life.
“Did that ease your ache, angel?” Wyatt asked.
With a giggle, I nodded my head. “Very much so. But what about—”
He kissed me again, drawing me so close to him that it felt as if we were one. “Don’t worry about me. You’re all I care about.”
“But—”
“Skylar, I’ll wait for you for as long as it takes, forever if I have to. That wasn’t about me. It was about you, angel.”
The few times Jacob had made me come with his hand, he always expected me to return the gesture by playing with him. I’d hated giving him hand jobs, but I’d refused to use my mouth. It would frustrate him, but he never pushed me into anything.
Staring into Wyatt’s green eyes, I shook my head. “I’ve never met anyone like you. Ever.”
“Good. That gives me an advantage.”
He wiggled his eyebrows, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
With another soft, beautiful kiss, he made everything else disappear but the two of us.
When he pulled away, he smiled. “I’m going to have to make sure that we win every football game now.”
Slapping his chest, I crawled off of him and got back in my seat. “Didn’t you say you had to be in the coach’s office early tomorrow morning?”
Wyatt let out a frustrated moan. “Yes. I guess I should be thinking about taking you home…as much as I don’t want to. I could sit in this truck and talk to you all night, if I thought we could.”
“Me, too,” I replied.
“Sky, can I say something to you?”
“Of course.”
He lifted my hand to his lips, causing my breath to catch.
“I loved watching you fall apart like that. I’m going to replay it over and over in my head tonight.”
My chest tightened. I was falling in love with Wyatt, and in that moment, it seemed to hit me.
“I hope I wasn’t too forward,” I said.
Laughing, he shook his head. “Hell no. You totally made my night.”
Wyatt headed toward my house while we made plans to meet up tomorrow night after I got off work. There was a huge calculus test on Monday that I had to study for.
Pulling up to my house, Wyatt walked me to the front door. We looked into each other’s eyes, and something amazing happened. I wasn’t really sure what it was, but I knew nothing between us would ever be the same.
He placed his hand on the side of my face, and I leaned into it.
“Good night, angel. Sleep well.”
“I will. You, too.”
He leaned over and kissed me. Taking a step back, he winked and replied, “Oh, I will, trust me.”
I watched as he jogged back to his truck. He started it and lifted his hand in a wave. I did the same. Once he was out of sight, I leaned against the front door and giggled.
It had been a long time since I had felt this happy. A very long time.
***
“Did you enjoy the game last night? You got home almost at the same time as your brother,” Mom said.
With a smile, I nodded. “I did. I enjoyed my evening with Wyatt even more.”
My mother smiled. “It’s nice to see you smiling again. For a while there, you had me worried.”
“Everything is fine, Mom. Wyatt has a way of making me smile when I don’t really feel like it, that’s all.”
“That is your father. I don’t know how he does it, but he does.”
Taking a bite of an apple, I watched my mother smile. I knew she was thinking about my father.
I want a love like that, one that consumes your thoughts when you least expect it.