“Yeah, but—”
“But nothing… I know you’re clean just as you know I am,” he says matter-of-factly, and I realize… I do know he’s clean. Wyatt isn’t the type of person that would put me in jeopardy… of that I’m absolutely sure of. He trusts the same about me.
“Well, okay then,” I say breathlessly with a smile of my own. “It’s settled then.”
“Good,” he says as his hands come up under my ass and he lifts me up into his arms. My legs go around his hips, locking my feet behind his back, and then he’s carrying me through his house. “Because I plan on coming inside of you a lot over the next ten days.”
God, I hope that’s true, is all I can think.
Chapter 15
Wyatt
I unlock my front door, about to jump out of my own skin over the excitement I have over seeing Andrea. I left her this morning curled up on her side… in my bed… naked and exhausted. I was exhausted too after the night we had, but in a damn good way.
This day at work dragged on. It was mostly paperwork followed by one call out to a domestic dispute, but the entire time, I kept thinking of Andrea naked in my bed. To say I was surprised is an understatement when I pulled into my driveway yesterday and saw her standing on my porch. With that blue sundress showcasing her beautiful legs, her golden hair spilling all around her shoulders, I thought I was having a hallucination for a moment.
Lust bolted through me followed by an insane desire to instantly possess her. She came… to see me… and it was almost beyond my comprehension. She clearly had the same feelings I was having, yet this woman was far braver than I ever was. She got her ass on a plane to come see me, while I was still negotiating with myself about how to handle it all. This thought causes me some shame, but there’s no use in crying over spilled milk. She’s here now, and I am going to use every bit of my free time to make something of this.
My free time just got a little bit freer, because even though I was just on vacation last week, my captain didn’t have a problem with me asking for Monday and Tuesday off next week. That meant I had the next four days with Andrea, and I wasn’t going to waste a moment.
Do I still have uncertainty as to what this is?
Fuck yeah.
But one thing is certain… last night was not a closure fuck for either one of us. There’s some type of tether between us that isn’t built on just insane chemical attraction and mind-blowing orgasms. We have a connection that was forged through a stressful undercover operation and mutual respect of each other’s abilities. We went through something that was dangerous together, and I recognize now that this overwhelming need to protect Andrea during our time undercover was born not of a law enforcement partner’s duty, but by that personal connection that was developing throughout it all.
So hell yes… I’m going to pull and poke at that tether, see how strong it is… if it’s worth keeping tied to.
I suspect it is.
Opening the door, I step in and set my keys on the little table just inside the small foyer. I pull my wallet and cell phone out, dropping them there as well. My house is quiet… settled… and I know instantly that Andrea must be outside.
Stepping through the living room, I make my way to the sliding glass door. I immediately see her laying on one of my deck chairs. She’s on her back with large, white-framed sunglasses on her face and the tiniest white bikini imaginable. One leg is straightened but the other is cocked up, foot firmly planted on the chair. It’s swaying gently back and forth and by the serene smile on her lips, I can tell she’s in full relaxation mode.
I quickly head to my bedroom, undress, and put on a pair of shorts and an old Ron Jon t-shirt. The sun is full and hanging low over the sound side of the island to the west, but it’s still quite hot outside. I grab two beers from the fridge and walk out onto my back deck.
At the sound of the sliding door swishing in its tracks, Andrea angles her head back and to the side to look at me. Those full lips purse briefly, and then break out into a grin as she props herself up by the elbows on her chair.
This, of course, pushes her breasts out, which, of course, causes my eyes to go to said breasts. I spent a lot of time on them last night, and my mouth was watering to get another taste.
“Eyes up,” Andrea teases, and I don’t bother doing anything but a lazy slide of my gaze upward.
“Can’t help it. They’re spectacular,” I say with a grin and then hand her a beer.
She sits all the way up in the lounge chair, spreading her legs wide and planting a foot down on either side. And, of course, my eyes flick briefly down but then back up again. She doesn’t notice as she’s taking a long pull on the beer.