He takes his time… his breath fanning out over my thigh, and while there’s nothing sexual at all in his ministrations, I cannot help the goose bumps that break out all over me every time his skin touches mine. I hope to God he doesn’t notice that, and I most certainly hope he doesn’t notice how hard my nipples have become and—yup, glancing down—poking hard against my shirt.
Shit.
Wyatt smoothes the last piece of tape over my skin as he looks up at me.
“There. All better,” he murmurs.
The tone of his voice… husky.
His eyes… warm. No, hot. Definitely hot.
I am spellbound by the intensity of his gaze, and I wait for it to be broken any moment now when he pulls his hands away from me.
But he doesn’t… just stares at me, and with just his look… I start to get damp between my legs.
I feel like I’m in a totally dreamlike state when I watch as Wyatt… slowly… ever so slowly, leans in toward me and his lips graze my skin, right beside the elastic of my panty line where leg meets hip.
I jerk slightly from the contact as warm lips part and his tongue flicks out briefly to touch me.
A slight whimper pops out of me, and Wyatt’s eyes snap to mine. He looks hesitant for a moment, but whatever he sees on my face causes that to dissolve and then his eyes go practically nuclear.
Raising one hand, Wyatt takes his fingertip and traces it along the edge of my panties… starting just under my hipbone and traveling downward. His eyes slide from mine and turn to watch his own hand as it gently strokes my skin.
I hold my breath and watch, mesmerized, as he touches me languidly, his eyelids heavy and his lips slightly parted. Just before his finger reaches that spot that will put him just an inch away from my core, he stops his progress and looks back up at me.
He doesn’t say anything, and I couldn’t if I wanted to. Words would break the spell. Words could bring reason back into the equation.
Instead, Wyatt’s hands are suddenly behind me, spread wide and cupping my ass. He gives a sharp tug… turns my hips, and suddenly, I’m directly in front of him. He never hesitates a second, and my knees almost buckle when he pulls on my body… causing my hips to flex forward just as he leans in toward me.
His nose goes right into the center of me and he presses me hard against his face, only the thin material of my panties separating our skin. Then he breathes in hard… his fingers clenching into the muscles of my ass.
He inhales so very deeply… sucking my scent deep into his lungs, and then letting out a hot breath that seeps into the cotton, heating my skin below it.
“Oh God,” I moan, my hands flying up to fist in his hair.
“Want my mouth on this,” Wyatt mutters into me, and I pull him in harder… biting my tongue so I don’t start grinding against him.
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, and I don’t think he was waiting for my assent anyway. Instead, his hands are pulling at my underwear, roughly on one side, but gently on the side with the wound. When he gets them down my legs, he grabs one of my ankles, raising it to pull my panties free. He doesn’t bother with the other leg, preferring to leave them pooled around that ankle.
He doesn’t lower my one leg either, instead pushing it up higher and draping it right over his shoulder. Hands back at my ass, he gives me a sharp pull and then his mouth is fastened on me. He first gives me one long swipe with his tongue, straight up my center, and a warbled sound bubbles up from my throat.
“So fucking sweet,” he says with his lips fluttering over my skin. “Fantasized about this.”
Then he’s pulling me back to his face. He’s diving in… his lips and tongue pushing straight through to my center.
Wyatt doesn’t just eat me… he devours me.
I’m mashed against him so hard that he doesn’t even need his fingers to help find the way. He uses pure pressure of hot tongue against skin to burrow his way in.
My eyes slide down to look at him. His golden-brown hair with my fists clenching it tight. His back rising and falling with hot and heavy breathing. I let my eyes continue to wander, straight to the floor-length mirror that is behind Wyatt, and my eyes flare wide at the sensual image projected back at me.
Wyatt on his knees in front of me.
One strong, tanned arm wrapped around the leg that is supporting me, the other bicep supporting my leg up on his shoulder with his hand wrapped over the top of my thigh. One hand flexes his fingers into the muscles of my ass and the other into the top of my leg.
The back of his head moving… tilting… plunging in and out as he consumes me.
I raise my gaze up and look at how my leg is hanging over his shoulder, my knuckles white as they grip his head and my own chest laboring along with this.