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my need for her was too strong. She fit so perfectly to my body, wasting no time wrapping her legs around my waist.
As if my hips had a mind of their own, I shifted forward and knew without a doubt that she felt exactly what reaction kissing her was inflicting. I was so damn hard, wanting nothing more than to continue to move against her but I held back. It was one of the most difficult things I'd ever had to do. Restraint was not on my side at the moment.
I wasn’t sure which one of us was moaning louder. The build-up between us was so strong, the flirting and touching throughout the night leaving us both needy.
We broke free, my forehead pressed to hers, both of us trying to regain some clarity. My head was swarming with so many fantasies, so many things I wanted to do to her right there in my doorway.
When Sadie unhooked her legs and they slid down my body, placing her feet to the floor, I felt disappointed. I wasn’t ready for this to end.
Sliding out from my hold, and moving to the right, she looked a little wobbly on her feet. It took her a few seconds to say anything. A deep breath, making her chest rise before she slowly exhaled.
"Good night, Wyatt.” She backed away biting her lower lip, taunting me with her sultry eyes.
"You surprise me, Sadie.” And drive me out of my mind.
“But in a good way, right?”
I chuckled, and her smile widened at the sound of my laughter. “Yeah, in the best way.”
She wasn’t too far away but I was already looking forward to having her close once again. I felt like a crazed teenager all over again, and Sadie Michaels would be the star in all my impending wet dreams. She was so damn sexy and alluring, she already had me all tied up inside.
Chapter Eighteen
Sadie
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"I overheard a little conversation this morning about a certain officer that may have performed a strip search on the dance floor at Pony Up last night." I almost choked on my coffee at Granny Char's words.
Chancing a glance at my mom, she was staring at me with wide eyes and her full interest was focused solely on me.
"There was no stripping." Gran had absolutely no filter.
"But there was some searching." Her laughter echoed over my mother's kitchen and I looked back toward the doorway that led to the rest of the house to ensure that my father had not overheard. Thankfully it was just us three as if that alone wasn't bad enough.
"Are we talking about Wyatt Murphy?" I stared down at my half-empty coffee cup, my heart thumping hard in my chest. "Are you two dating?"
"Not sure some hot dancing with a whole lot of touching on the dance floor classifies as dating."
I loved Gran, Lord knows I did, but at that moment I just wished she'd shut the hell up. I knew it wouldn't take long for word to get around, but come on, it wasn't that bad. It was me mauling him at his backdoor that was the hot part of the evening. My lips still felt like they were on fire the next morning. And my body, the way he held me to his back door and pressed the lower part of his body to mine. Just thinking of it, made my cheeks feel overheated.
"Sadie?" My mom was still waiting for an explanation and to be honest, I wasn't exactly sure how to explain what was going on between Wyatt and me. What the hell were we doing? Was it a mistake?
Was I being naive?
"It was just a dance." I decided to keep the details to myself. Afraid that saying it out loud may make the entire thing backfire in my face.
"Well, from what I—"
"This town is full of busybodies just waiting for the next topic they can gossip about. There were several people out on that dance floor, but I'm the newest one back in town and they ran with it." I shrugged and refused to admit that what happened between Wyatt and I was anything more.
I could almost feel the both of them staring at the back of my head, but I busied my hands in front of me. I refilled my cup, adding in the hazelnut creamer, and stirred slowly using up as much time as I could.
When I turned back around, I moved to the center island and grabbed the calendar my