“Find out for yourself.”
He exhaled and let his body relax against the truck bed.
“What’s the matter, Rockstar? Are you so pampered, you have to have everything just right before you have sex? ’Cause I’m here to tell you, with kids in the picture, nothing is ever just right. You take what you can get when you can get it. And I haven’t wanted this with anyone in a long damned time.”
He had the distinct feeling if he backed away now, he’d never, ever get another shot. She’d shut him out and lock the gates with triple dead bolts.
She slid her tongue along his lower lip, and need surged through his cock. “You’ve got exactly a millisecond longer to think about it before I—”
He tilted his head and kissed her. While his tongue teased hers, he slipped one hand between her breasts and popped her bra clasp.
He pulled away just enough to look into her surprised eyes and whisper, “Game on.”
12
Excitement shivered through every cell in Gypsy’s body.
His passionate kiss was a clear response to her ultimatum. He’d picked up the gauntlet, and he didn’t waste any time going after what he’d professed to having wanted for so long.
Wyatt wrapped one arm tight around her waist and rolled her to her back, then expertly slid his hips between her thighs and pushed his erection against her softest spot. With nothing beneath her leggings, the friction shot delicious sensations straight up her body and tightened her throat around a sound of pleasure.
“Keep talking to me, sugar,” he said against her cheek.
His weight was warm and solid and thrilling. Wyatt’s hands slid beneath her jacket, beneath her shirt, then along her skin. He pushed her shirt up and dipped his head, covering one breast with his mouth.
Gooseflesh skittered over her skin. Her breasts tightened, her nipples turned to pebbles, and her hands sank into his hair, so much thicker and softer than she’d imagined. His lips sucked, his teeth scraped, and lust tripped through her body, making her back arch.
Gypsy had a fair amount of experience with men. Unfortunately, too much of that experience had been with men who believed sex was solely for their own pleasure. And as Wyatt circled her taut nipple with his tongue, Gypsy thought fate had dealt her a really nice hand this time around.
Still, in the back of her mind, she was too aware of how long they’d already been gone from the house and desperately hoped Cooper didn’t wake up and want to know where she was. And then there was Miranda. Oh, the shit Gypsy would catch when she got home…
Wyatt lifted his head and framed her face with his hands, then rocked his hips against hers. Pleasure speared a path straight up her body and made her gasp.
“Stay here,” he said, drawing her attention back. “Stay right here with me. There’s nothing to worry about right now.”
He kissed her, slow and deep, making all her worries spiral away. But even as her mind hazed around the edges, Gypsy knew she was floating into dangerous territory. She was too infatuated with him to be crossing this line and expect not to get hurt.
His lips moved to her cheek, then her neck. His hands returned to her body, under her clothes, feeling all her curves until she couldn’t keep from moving against him.
God, it had been so long since anyone had loved her—physically or emotionally. She wished they could lounge in bed between rounds of searing sex, talking and laughing. This man could bring out everything she kept behind locked doors. And it felt so good to let go of everything. To just relax and enjoy the moment. But with a little boy at home, she didn’t have that luxury anymore, and she had a hard time imagining ever having that luxury again.
“Nope,” he murmured. “Stay right here, with my mouth on your skin, my hands on your body.”
She didn’t know how he could tell when her mind drifted, but his words struck a thrilling chord inside her.
He held her against him as he rolled to his back again. Gypsy pressed her knees to the bed of the truck to balance even as Wyatt’s hands snuck beneath the waistband of her leggings at the curve of her spine and slid over her ass. He squeezed as he lifted his hips and rubbed against her. Luscious sensations coursed through her torso, her limbs.
He tucked his face against her neck and laughed, his breath hot on her skin. “I wasn’t expecting commando, but damn, I love it.” He dropped his head, found her mouth with his, and stroked his tongue against hers. The way he kissed made her breath catch. Made her body ache. He pulled back just enough to whisper, “I’ve waited for-fucking-ever to feel you.”
His abs tensed against hers, pulling him forward, deepening the kiss and pushing his hands deeper into her leggings and over her upper thighs. And as his tongue licked into her mouth, his fingers slid over the wetness between her legs. His touch left fire on her skin. She moaned into his mouth, and he echoed her immediately, pulling away to whisper a hungry “You weren’t just messing with me. You are wet.”
She pressed her face to his neck, trying to slow her spinning mind and quiet her revving body. But Wyatt continued to stroke her, his touch hungry one minute, teasing the next. Gypsy already felt dripping wet when he slid his fingers inside her.
“God…” she whispered.
“Mmm, you feel good, sugar. Tight and wet and so fucking hot.” His sultry voice mirrored his movements, fingering her deep and slow until her hips rocked into his touch. Until she got the taste of orgasm in the back of her throat.
Gypsy sat up to pull at his belt buckle, and Wyatt brought the hand that had been stroking her to his lips and deliberately held her gaze as he licked her taste from his fingers, then hummed as if she was a delicacy.
Her heart kicked at the erotic display and made her wish she could spend an entire night with him. It would be a night she would never forget, no doubt. Unfortunately, that wasn’t in the cards for them. All they had was right here, right now, so she pulled at the button of his jeans.
“You’re an impatient little thing,” he murmured, pushing her jacket off her shoulders and pulling it off her arms.
“I like to think of myself as efficient.”
He was laughing, his hands sliding down her arms when the button pulled free and she got the zipper down.
With her gaze still on his, she slid her hand into his jeans, beneath the waistband of boxer briefs, and palmed his cock with enough pressure to turn his humor into hunger.
His hands gripped her arms hard, and his eyes closed on a growl from deep in his chest. The sound thrilled Gypsy, as did the thick, long, hot length of him in her hand.
He sat up, fisted the back of her shirt, including her bra strap, and dragged it over her head, forcing her to release him. The night air created gooseflesh across Gypsy’s chest and back. Then he did the same with his own shirt.
This was the first time she’d seen his body. Really seen his body. And she was far more impressed than she’d expected. The moonlight shimmered over a wide chest and abs that were downright chiseled. Muscles rounded his biceps. She only had time to stroke her hands over the crisp hair of his pecs before he enveloped her in his arms, warming her skin with his own.
The sensation was both foreign and familiar, and it filled a hole inside her she’d left empty for too long. Time seemed to warp, both slowing down and speeding ahead.