He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something before clamping it shut again and his eyes search my face but before I get the chance to say anything else, he slips his hand into my hair and slams his lips down on mine. We move on instinct, coming together like we were never apart and my body sings as I wrap my arms around his neck and arch into him. His kiss is rough, demanding, and full of the pain of the last ten years but it’s exactly what I need, what I’ve craved since the moment I walked away from him. Gone is the boy who treated me with kid gloves but I can’t say that I mind all that much. He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and I cry out. My nipples tighten as I rub my chest against him, needing more and he growls against my lips.
Gripping my hair, he pulls my head back and drags his lips down the side of my neck, ripping another moan from my mouth as he kisses, licks, and bites at my skin. My belly clenches and tears form in my eyes as he works his way back up to my kiss, claiming me, consuming me. Fisting his shirt in my hands, I cling to him as a delicious shudder racks my body and I whimper for relief.
God, I missed him.
“Piper,” he groans, grabbing my hips and pulling me closer as he thrusts forward, pressing his hard length into my hip. I moan again, desperate for all of him. “Fuck. I want you…”
I nod frantically. “Yes.”
With a sexy little growl, he lifts me off the floor and spins around before setting me on the counter. His hands roam all over my body, touching me everywhere he can reach as his mouth plants possessive kisses all down my neck and lips. My pussy clenches with need. Moaning, I slip my hands under his shirt, my fingertips dancing over the ridges of his muscles and he grips my hair again, pulling my head to one side as he kisses up my neck and releases a rough breath in my ear. I shudder.
“Wyatt.”
“Aw, fuck,” he whispers, his breath heating my skin before he drops his head back. “I missed that sound, baby.”
Pressing my lips to his neck, I start dragging his shirt up his body and he leans back to pull it over his head before grabbing my hips and slamming our bodies together again. Warmth floods my body and our heavy breaths fill the kitchen. He nips at my jaw as his hands slip under my tank top and he wastes no time ripping it over my head before reaching behind me and unhooking my bra. Cupping my breast in his hand, his groan rattles against my skin as he drags his mouth down to my chest and swirls his tongue over my nipple. My eyes close and I drop my head back and my fingers find their way into his hair.
“Oh, God… Wyatt.”
“Say my name again, Pip. Who do you belong to?”
I moan as my skin tingles. “You, Wyatt.”
“Damn fucking right you do,” he growls, slipping back up my body and claiming my lips again. Oh, fuck, I love possessive Wyatt. His hand slips into the back of my shorts and he grips my ass, pulling me into him as he thrusts forward. “Tell me why you left me?”
I shake my head. “No.”
His growl is more intense as he reaches between us and unbuttons my shorts before thrusting his hips against me again.
“Tell me.”
“No,” I snap, grabbing the back of his head and shoving his lips to my neck. He kisses and bites a line down to my shoulder and I gasp as he growls, biting me a little harder than before. Yanking me off the counter, he still manages to be gentle as he sets me back on my feet but as soon as I’m steady, he shoves my shorts down my legs and spins me around. My body throbs with need stronger than I’ve ever felt and my heart flutters as he grabs my wrists and plants my hands on the counter in front of me.
“Why did you leave me?” he growls in my ear. I hear the sound of his belt coming undone and my heart thunders against my ribs as my entire body tightens in anticipation. I shake my head again in response and his frustrated groan reaches me at the same time that he pulls my panties to the side and I feel the head of his cock press against my entrance.
“Tell me,” he demands and I shake my head again, squeezing my eyes closed and mentally begging for him to thrust forward.
“No.”
With a roar, he slams into me and I cry out, my fingertips gripping the counter in front of me as he grabs my hips and squeezes them to the point of pain. He pulls back and drives home again, his pace punishing and rough but it’s exactly what I needed. Leaning over me, he reaches around my body and wraps his hand around my throat, pulling me back to him and I moan. If this were any other man, the move would terrify me but not Wyatt. He’s always been my solace, my port in the storm and even in his righteous anger, I know without a shadow of a doubt that he would never hurt me. His fingertips trace the scar along my neck and he presses a soft, loving kiss to it. It’s such a contrast to the aggressive way he’s taking me that tears spring to my eyes again.
“Wyatt,” I whisper, pain swamping my chest as I feel his love, buried underneath years of hurt and anger, and my body tightens with my impending release.
“You wait for me.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“Figure it out. You’ll wait for me just like you should have done ten years ago.”
Between the mention of our past and the demanding tone of his voice, I can’t hold it back any longer and I cry out as my orgasm tears through me. His grip on my throat tightens as he thrusts into me a few more times before tensing and groaning loudly in my ear. We both struggle to catch our breaths as the silence of the apartment becomes louder and louder, my mind racing with what we just did and wondering if he thinks it was a mistake.
Oh, God…
Please say something…
My heart races for a whole other reason as he pulls out of me and I hear his belt clink. When I spin around, he is pulling his jeans up and he refuses to meet my eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he leans down and scoops up his t-shirt before meeting my gaze with a sigh. We stare at each other for a second before he shakes his head and walks out of my apartment. The door slams behind him and I stare at it for a second before the tears start falling.
Chapter Thirteen
Wyatt
A heavy sigh slips past my lips and I close my eyes and I run my hand through my hair before opening them again and staring up at the same spot on the ceiling that I’ve been staring at for hours. I’ve been here, thinking and making myself crazy since three this morning when I was woken up by a very vivid dream of Piper and me, with just one thought running through my head.
I fucked up.
The plan when I went over to her house last night was simple enough. Step one, find out if Eden was telling the truth about Piper lying to me and if she was, get Piper to open up and tell me whatever this big secret is. Step two, find a way to get my woman back. I’m not naive enough to think that it will be easy but after my little revelation at the barbecue last night, it is the only option.
See?
Simple.
Except, as soon as I walked through the door of her apartment and saw the ridiculous little shorts she was wearing that showed off her toned legs and I remembered what it felt like for them to be wrapped around my waist, I knew I was I trouble. When the smell of her honeysuckle perfume, the same stuff she used to wear when we were kids, surrounded me and I saw the framed photo of us on our wedding day proudly displayed on her bookshelf, I was fucking doomed. My head was swimming and I couldn’t ignore the way she makes me feel. It’s fucking insane that even after ten years apart, and all the pain and anger between us, that she can still do that to me but every cell in my body was screaming at me to pull her into my arms and never let her go again. I was going to use our connection and the insane chemistry between us to try and trip her up, forcing her into revealing something she didn’t intend to but I got careless and I was right there with her. Next thing I know, I’m balls deep inside my wife for the first time in ten years and demanding answers that she refused to give. Now, all I can fucking think about is doing it again. Groaning, I throw the covers off of my legs and sit up on the edge of the bed as I drop my head into my hands.