My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,51

him say the words with his whole chest.

Even now that he’d admitted it, I hesitated. He’d been the one holding back all this time. Denying himself. Denying both of us. I didn’t want to drag him into this. I wanted him to make the choice himself.

Finally. For once. I needed him to choose me.

With my gaze locked on his, I said, “Prove it.”

The corner of his mouth twitched as his eyes went dusky. He dragged his thumb across my lower lip, and dear god, it took every ounce of my restraint not to throw myself at him.

Slowly, his hand slid around the nape of my neck, sending goose bumps shimmering down my arms. His fingers tightened and he pulled me closer. Close enough for our lips to touch, but just barely. A featherlight graze and nothing more.

My lungs burned with breathless anticipation as we hovered on the precipice of a kiss for what felt like forever. Seconds, minutes, hours, eternity. When he squeezed the back of my neck, I let out a needy, impatient whimper.

His mouth pulled into a smile as he finally pressed it against mine.

A real kiss, at last. But a chaste one. Achingly careful. His lips doted on me like I was something cherished and special. A pleasure too precious to hurry.

But god, how I wanted him to hurry. I needed him, and I’d waited so long already. Liquid heat pooled between my legs, and I whimpered again.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes warm and crinkling. “You have to say it too.” His breath teased my lips, which itched for another kiss. “Tell me you want me. I want to hear you say it too.” The rough edge in his voice shivered through me, sending all the breath rushing out of my lungs.

I squirmed, feeling myself blush, and his jaw tightened as his erection twitched beneath me. I laid my palms on his chest and felt his muscles grow taut with anticipation. Felt the heat rising off his skin through his T-shirt. Felt his heart racing. For me.

“I want you. You have no idea how bad.”

His lips crashed against mine in a bruising kiss, all chasteness and restraint forgotten. I melted against him as his tongue pushed inside my mouth, urging me to open wider as he delved deeper. The intensity of it startled a moan out of me, which inspired him to kiss me harder.

As our mouths slanted together, I pressed my breasts against his chest, craving more closeness. I couldn’t get enough of him, of having him like this, open to me and welcoming. Our bodies locked together, his hands pulling me against him, the hardness in his jeans touching me exactly where I’d always ached to feel him.

My brain was still trying to catch up to the current reality and adjust to this new thing blooming between us. This was Wyatt—flirty, unattainable, beautiful Wyatt. The boy I’d wanted to kiss my whole life. But it was also my friend Wyatt—teasing, competitive, protective, and loyal. It was difficult to reconcile the two sides of him I knew with the way he was kissing me right now.

I was the one who pulled back first, and he made a noise of protest when we broke apart, a small, frustrated grunt that I took as a positive sign. Still, I braced myself, half expecting him to push me away again. Change his mind and withdraw from me the way he’d done before.

But no.

He did the opposite.

His hands squeezed my waist possessively, as if he were afraid I’d try to scoot away, and he looked at me, his blue eyes a soothing turquoise as they searched my face. My lips curved involuntarily, and Wyatt’s answering smile, so bright and joyful, filled me with giddiness.

He touched a callused fingertip to my lips. “You,” he said, like he couldn’t believe it either, like he was checking to see if I was real, and we both smiled even wider as relief gusted out of us in twin sighs of happiness. His finger traced my lower lip, then gently nudged my chin to the side. “I just want to…” He bent his head and pressed his lips to my throat below my ear. “Taste you,” he murmured, his breath a warm caress. “Right here.”

I shivered when his tongue touched my skin, and I heard his breath catch as my hips rocked against him. His hand curled around the back of my neck as he moved up to my