With A Twist(72)

I scoot in closer to him, maneuvering my way in between his legs. I keep on scooting, and only when his arms are wrapped securely around me do I lean in to kiss him. When his tongue is against mine, I bring my hands up to cup his face. I pour every bit of feeling into my kiss, not so I have to avoid the words, but because I just want this to be a prelude to them.

When I pull away, I tell him as honestly as I can, “We can make this work. I know we can.”

He smiles at me… bigger and brighter than the moon. “You think so, huh?”

Dropping my hands from his face to his shoulders, I sit back on my haunches a bit so he can see me clearly. “Wyatt… when we were in Simon’s office… when Lance forced us to… you know.”

“Yeah, I know, baby,” he says softly.

“I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t repulsed. I didn’t feel like I was doing my duty to save the mission. I didn’t give a shit that Lance was standing there, and I sure as hell didn’t crawl across the carpet toward you because he was making me.”

Wyatt’s head tilts to the side… a tiny huff of breath comes out of his lips. “Why did you do it then?”

“Because of the way you were looking at me. The way you were aching for me… the sorrow you held for me, because I was in that position. You were angry with yourself that you couldn’t protect me. You blamed yourself because I was on my knees before you. I saw all of that, Wyatt. I saw into your soul in that moment. And I knew… I knew that you were something different… something special, in my life. I may not have pieced all of this together right away. I surely didn’t know that I would be sitting here with you in this moment, but I knew you were brought into my life for a reason.”

“Andrea,” he says softly, almost pleadingly, as his hands now come up to frame my face.

“So, why did I crawl across that carpet toward you? Why did I refuse to fake that act and take you into my mouth instead?” I ask him fervently.

He shakes his head… because he still doesn’t understand it.

“I did it because my heart told me to do it. In that moment, my heart was already offering up a piece of itself to you. It had decided that I was going to be yours, and you were going to be mine.”

Wyatt’s fingers squeeze against my temple slightly. He does this because he’s moved by what I’ve said so far, and I know this by the naked emotion on his face. But there’s one more thing I need to say.

“I know this may seem weird… having feelings like that. And I really didn’t recognize what was going on at that time until just recently… as I was trying to get a handle on how I felt about you now. All I know is it’s really how I felt about you then. Maybe not the same level, but that’s where it started taking root. When I took you in my hands… my mouth. Such an intimate act and it was beautiful for me. I didn’t feel degraded… only fulfilled.”

“Fuck, Andrea,” Wyatt growls out, and his arms band around me, jerking me into him, his face going into my neck. “Fuck, baby. I’ve felt so bad about that. It’s weighed on me, you have to know that, or you wouldn’t have bothered to give me that speech.”

“I know,” I murmur as I snuggle in deeper to him. “I know and I want you to know that you have nothing to feel bad about. That was our first beautiful moment together. Our second was in that locker room… your face between my legs—”

“So beautiful,” he says and squeezes me hard.

“You see why I had to come and see you?” I ask him. “I had to let this continue to play out. We weren’t done.”

I don’t know how he does it, but one minute I’m kneeling before Wyatt and the next I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me up the stairs, blanket and wine completely forgotten. My palm lays against his chest and I can feel how hard his heart is pounding.

Straight to his room… his stride never wavers. He sets me gently down on the floor and when I’m standing steadily, we both proceed to remove each other’s clothes. We do this taking brief moments to kiss, stroke, or squeeze exposed skin. But there’s an urgency riding hard within us so we don’t linger too long.

When we’re both naked, he turns away from me, crawls onto the bed, turns over, and lies on his back. Reaching a hand out, he says, “Come here, Andrea. I want you straddling my face.”

I swallow hard and his words alone have the space between my legs cramping hard with anticipation. Reaching out… I take his hand and he pulls me toward him. One knee goes up on the bed, then another, and then both his hands are on me and he’s pulling me up his body.