out with her.
I wanted her in my house, standing in my kitchen, wearing one of my shirts while pouring herself a coffee. I wanted to come home after a long shift to find her soaking in my oversized tub. I’d climb inside, slip my body behind hers and hold her to my chest. Then we move to the bed where I would make love to her for hours and fall asleep with her in my arms.
We’d get there, but I felt my patience growing thin with the need to have her next to me every night and to be the first person I see when I wake up each morning.
“Are you ready to take me to bed now, Ms. Michaels?”
She blinked up at me, her lips still reddened and swollen from our kiss. A hazed look in her eyes, as she blinked a few times as if to clear her thoughts.
“I love,” I paused seeing the reaction it caused in her. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped just a little. “The way you look in this dress, but I think I’m ready to see it off now.” I wanted to say more, I wanted to tell her that she had me wrapped around her finger but I wasn’t sure if she was ready to hear it yet.
So instead, I showed her with my actions, moving slow, taking my time to appreciate every angle, ever small dip, the way if I kissed her at the base of her neck she arched it so that I could have better access.
I took my time, memorizing every part of Sadie, and etching to memory the sighs and please moans that escaped her.
She was quickly becoming my everything, quickly becoming my world.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sadie
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I arched my back when I felt his hand glide over my bare ass and continue upward, until his palm remained in the center, just between my should blades. The feeling of soft kisses being left in the same path.
I smiled into the pillow, feeling overwhelmed with what I felt for Wyatt. He was gentle, but demanding and I never knew just how much I could love that type of partner. The man knew what he was doing, and he knew it very well.
“Are you hiding from me?” His warm breath fanned out over my shoulder and tickled my neck.
“No.” Turning my head to the side I accepting the kiss he offered.
Without warning, he slowly turned my body and suddenly I was on my back with his strong body coming to rest over my own.
Hours ago, I had fallen asleep in his arms after we’d danced for hours and then snuck away to my house.
Being woke up with him exploring my body was a mighty fine interruption.
“I had to run home to take Gus out,” it hadn’t even crossed my mind that Cujo would be waiting at home. I felt a little sad for the big guy thinking of him all alone waiting for Wyatt. I’d been so exhausted form our earlier events that I’d not even realized Wyatt had snuck away.
“He’s probably sad you’re not home,” I should really give Gus another shot, I may have been a little too harsh in my judgements.
“He’s fine now,” he assured me, kissing over my neck and making me quickly forgot all about anything else.
Settling in between my legs, I felt how hard he was. My body still ached in the best possible way and I knew I wanted more. Giving in to the way he made me feel with a simple kiss of touch of his hand, I arched upward and he shifted against me.
Without attempting to stop it, I moaned and matched his movements, feeling the top of his hardness glide over me. “Is this okay?” I knew he was referring to the fact that he was bare and every time before this he’d worn a condom. I nodded, continue to move hoping that he’d proceed with what I knew we both wanted.
And when he did, when I felt him push inside of me, my body again came alive.
I became someone I did not recognize when I was with Wyatt. Someone that wasn’t afraid to take what I needed and demand what I wanted. It was a whole new side of me and I knew that she’d always been there, but had been with all the wrong men.
Wyatt gave me the courage to be this version of myself, he managed to drive me on with nothing more than a look or