Wicked Grind (Stark World #1)(52)

Except she didn't really want more.

Or maybe she did. He'd kissed her in the back of the car when they'd returned from the concert, and she'd definitely wanted more then. And, honestly, kissing didn't really describe it. It was more like making out.

Actually, it was making out. She bit the tip of her thumb as she remembered, glad that she still had a few more blocks to walk so that hopefully she'd stop blushing by the time she got to the party.

She'd been embarrassed at first, but then Wyatt had pressed a button, and an opaque glass barrier suddenly appeared, blocking their view of the driver. And, she assumed, vice-versa.

She'd almost asked Wyatt about that, just to be sure, but then he was kissing her and she realized she didn't care anymore, especially when he'd pulled her onto his lap and his arms had gone around her. That was when she'd stopped caring about anything except the way his body felt against hers and the wonderful things his hands were doing, and the way his mouth felt against hers.

Her blood had pounded through her that night. In her ears. In her chest. Between her legs.

She'd felt lost. Needy. And at the same time, she hadn't felt lost at all, because Wyatt was there. And the only thing she'd needed was him.

Now, all she knew was that she wanted more.

She quickened her step, anxious to get to the party-and to him.

Of course, when she did arrive, she was a total nervous wreck. Which was why when someone handed her a glass in the kitchen with an inch of golden liquid, she drank it down without hesitation, even though her mouth tingled from both the taste and the burn.

But she liked the way it made her feel. A little buzzed. A little more confident. And so when the guy asked her if she wanted another, she said yes. It made her head spin, but it also gave her courage. And, thus armed, she went out into the house to find the boy she was looking for.

It didn't take her long. She was standing by a giant flat screen TV when something inside her seemed to shift and she knew that he must be watching her. She looked around and realized she was right. And after a sip for courage-then the rest of the glass for good luck-she marched across the room, said hi, and kissed him. Long and hard and deep.

It was a blur, but he led her to a room with a bed. And even though she was terrified, she knew the moment she sat on that mattress that she wanted everything. Whatever he was willing to give, she would take like a beggar.

She hadn't thought he would start with a gift, but when she opened the box and saw the stunning silver bracelet in the shape of infinity, she thought her heart would burst. That she couldn't cram any more feelings inside her.

But then she was in his arms, and she knew how wrong she was. There was room for more. So much room.

And when he said he loved her, she believed him completely. More than that, she knew that she loved him too.

He wanted more than just kisses-that much she also knew. But the truth was, so did she.

Except she shouldn't want it. She knew that. She needed to say no and walk away. Heck, she needed to run. And all the way home, too, before she did something stupid.

She needed to rescue herself because her dad wasn't there and she was on the verge of doing something she shouldn't.

Something forbidden.

Something she wanted so very, very much.




       
         
       
        
She stood, and for a moment she was torn between staying and bolting. Then she looked at Wyatt, and all her fears fizzled away. Wyatt. How could she run from him?

She had no idea how she worked up the courage, but she stood. And once she was on her feet, and she was looking at where he still sat on the bed, there was no question anymore. Of course she was staying. How could she not when she was his?

With trembling hands, she unbuttoned her dress, becoming bolder when she saw the way he was looking at her.

And then he touched her, and it was all a sweet blur. His hands on her. Touching her. Murmuring sweet words to her. She wanted it to last forever . . . and at the same time, she wanted more, too.

She was scared, yeah. But she wanted it, too. And the want increased the more he touched her, until she knew for sure that this was it, and Wyatt was the one.

It hurt, but she'd expected it to. But he was sweet and gentle and the hurt faded soon enough. And then it was nice. Really, really nice. She didn't have an orgasm, but she'd read enough in books to know that was normal. And she also realized that it didn't much matter. Because she felt amazing without one. Just being beside him was incredible.

So incredible, actually, that they did it again.

She hugged the pillow close, sighing deeply as Wyatt stroked her hair. He'd made her feel so special. Like she was a princess. Like she was the most wonderful thing he'd ever seen.