“I enjoy being right.”
“Haha, I’ll be sure to remember that going forward.”
“See that you do.” I love who I am with him. I say whatever comes to mind and never take even so much as a second to ask myself whether I should say it. There’s no self-editing, no worries about him taking something the wrong way. It’s so freeing. “Can I tell you something?”
He puts my suitcase down next to his dresser. “Anything.”
“When I was with Marcus, I used to worry about what I said to him and how he would take it. I don’t have to do that with you, and it’s a huge relief to me. I thought you might like to know that.”
“I love knowing that, and I feel the same way. Being with you is easy like breathing.”
“I realize that’s the way it should be.”
“It’s everything,” he whispers in the second before he kisses me.
While I’m in his arms, the whole world fades away until there’s only him and me and us and this room. The afternoon sun filters in to cast a warm rosy glow over the king-sized bed. This, right here with him, is the single best moment of my entire life so far. As we slowly and reverently undress each other, I have a feeling we’ll top this many times over.
Wyatt lowers me to the bed and comes down on top of me, all without breaking the kiss that makes every other kiss I’ve ever had, even with him, seem shabby by comparison. His tongue tangles with mine. I strain to get closer to him. I want everything, and I want it right now. That sense of urgency makes the desire sharper and more intense than it’s ever been before.
“Easy,” he whispers as he breaks the kiss to focus on my neck.
His lips against my sensitive skin send shivers down my spine and heighten the need to almost unbearable levels.
He cups my breasts and teases my nipples with his tongue and fingers. “So fucking sexy,” he whispers against my nipple.
I grasp a handful of his hair, needing something to hold on to, while he seems intent on kissing me everywhere. How can something so elemental be so different with him than it was with the man I used to love? It’s almost confusing that with Wyatt, I feel like I finally understand what it means to make love.
His hands, lips and tongue take me to the edge of release before backing off and starting over. He does this several times, leaving me a trembling, quivering mess by the time he pushes into me and triggers an orgasm that rockets through me like an out-of-control wildfire.
I think I scream, which has never happened, except with him.
Good thing he lives in an end unit, which is my first thought when I come down from the highest of highs to discover he’s still hard and moving in me and not at all finished. Holy crap, he’s going to kill me with his stamina. Heart problems? What heart problems?
I flatten my hands on his back and slide them down to cup his muscular backside, giving a squeeze that makes him groan. “Turn over.”
“Hmm?”
I give his shoulder a gentle push.
He reaches under me, and with his hands on my ass, he turns us over without losing our connection.
I sit up and push my hair back from my face. “Impressive.”
His eyes go hot with desire as he stares at my breasts. “You liked that?”
Nodding, I pivot my hips and draw another deep groan from him.
“God, that’s so good. It’s so fucking good.” His fingers dig into my hips as I move on top of him.
Since his eyes are closed, I take him by surprise when I lean forward to bite down gently on his nipple.
He comes with a shout as he surges into me.
I land on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me.
“I really, really love you, Dee Giordino.”
“I really, really love you, too, Wyatt Blake.”
“That makes me happier than anything ever has.”
“Me, too.”
We shift to our sides, so we’re facing each other. The ceiling fan sends a steady stream of cool air over us that makes me shiver as my body recovers from the exertion.
Wyatt pulls a blanket over us, snuggling up to me with an arm around my waist and a leg between mine. “Comfy?”
“Very. I may never want to leave this bed again.”
He runs his fingers through my hair. “I’d be fine with that.”
I’m suddenly exhausted after getting up before five to make my seven o’clock flight. My eyes won’t stay open, but sleep is the last thing I want to do after counting the minutes until I could see him. I open my eyes to find him watching me. “Sorry. I’m super sleepy all of a sudden.”
“Take a nap. We’ve got all the time in the world.”
I really hope that’s true.
Chapter 20
DEE
The time in Phoenix is filled with joy in every possible way, except for one—the chilly reception I receive from Wyatt’s parents when we go there for dinner Wednesday night. While he wraps things up at work, I’ve been working during the day to pack up the clothes and personal items he wants to take to Miami.
We’re tired from staying up way too late every night and excited to start our life together in Miami, but minutes into the get-together with his parents, I feel deflated. His parents are polite, but it’s obvious they don’t approve of Wyatt’s plans or my influence on him.
It’s nothing they say or do. It’s more the vibe his parents put out.
They don’t ask about me or my life or make any attempt to get to know me. They mostly speak to him and act like I’m not even there. Wyatt keeps drawing me into the conversation, but it’s awkward and stilted.
As the four of us sit at the table to eat dinner, it’s all I can do to choke down a few bites around the massive lump in my throat. I’m so afraid his mother will be offended if I don’t eat that I force myself to chew and swallow.
It doesn’t help that the AC on deep freeze mode, which has me shivering. I’m a Floridian. AC doesn’t usually bother me, but their chilly reception has me so rattled that I’m cold to the bone.
After dinner, Wyatt takes me upstairs to show me his childhood bedroom. I’m so relieved to be away from his parents that my legs feel shaky. I’m not used to being disliked on sight before I even get to say a word in my defense.
When we’re in his room, he immediately puts his arms around me. “I’m so sorry. Please know that had nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”
“It felt rather personal to me.”
“I know, babe, and I feel awful. I hate that they acted that way, but it’s not about you. They’re upset about me moving. I told you that.”
“Yes, you did, but can we please go soon?”
“Of course. I’m sorry they made you uncomfortable. They’re not like that. Once they get to know you, they’ll love you as much as I do.”
I’m sure he wants to believe that’s true, but since they made no effort whatsoever to get to know me, I’m not optimistic. For the first time since Wyatt and I hatched our wild plan, I have serious doubts. His parents dislike me simply because he’s moving away from them to live with me.
As Wyatt shows me the treasures from his childhood, I’m so upset, I can barely focus on him or what he’s saying.