God, she was beautiful. He slid his hands over the flat expanse of her belly. “You were so sexy when you were pregnant with Cooper.”
She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, hardly.”
He leaned in and kissed her belly. “You were.” He slid his hands down her thighs. “Before I knew you were single, I used to think the guy in your life was a goddamned lucky bastard.”
Her hands slid through his hair as he cupped his hands behind her knees and eased them apart. He pressed a kiss to the softness between her legs, then slid both hands under her ass and lifted her hips to his mouth. He covered her and licked long and deep for his first real taste.
Her gasp fluttered past his ears and lit him on fire.
He hummed and pressed his mouth against her with more hunger, tasting with more need, and the woman who was always as strong as steel shivered.
Lust spiraled inside him, fogging his brain. Gypsy responded with sounds that heated his blood, the rock of her hips that confirmed he was doing everything just right. He teased her into wanting more by breaking the intensity with featherlight kisses and a whispering touch with his tongue. She was tangy and sweet, and the more he ate, the hungrier he became.
She lifted her hips, moving against his mouth. Wyatt gave her everything she needed. More pressure, more movement.
She came with a series of sharp shivers, her hand fisting his hair. When she finally melted into the sofa, breathing ragged, gaze dazed, she released his hair, then combed her hands through it, scoring her fingers along his scalp. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pull your hair.”
He grinned and kissed his way up her body again. “You can pull my hair any damn time you like, sugar.”
He covered her mouth with his and kissed her deep, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her hands were already in his pants, stroking his erection. Then searching in his back pocket for his wallet.
She broke the kiss to search the billfold, and while she did, Wyatt kissed every inch of skin he could reach.
“What am I going to have to do to get you in a bed?” he asked. “Naked? For an entire night? Or more?”
She plucked the condom from his wallet with a sigh. “Just move a few mountains.”
He smiled. “Is that all?”
She sat up and pushed Wyatt to his back. Stripped him the same way he’d stripped her. Then tasted him the same way he’d tasted her.
And, damn, she was good with her mouth. A little too good.
He took the condom from her hand and ripped it open. Gypsy pulled her mouth off him with a pop and a groan of disappointment as he rolled it on.
She laid her body over his. “I like the taste of you.”
Wyatt framed her face and kissed her. The scent and taste of them mixed was intoxicating. While she was still kissing him, he rocked her hips into alignment with his, then broke the kiss to look into her eyes as he pulled her hips down, sinking deep into her body.
Her gaze went hazy, and pleasure washed her face. “God, that’s good.”
So damned good.
And then she made it even better by sitting up and rocking his world.
Wyatt soaked in every stunning second of Gypsy Wright riding him like she was on a mission to drill herself into his DNA.
Wyatt stroked her body, gripped her hips, and pulled her down harder, faster. Until her eyes drifted closed and her head dropped back. Until he felt the first squeeze of her climax.
Then he let go and flew with her.
16
Gypsy was running late. Way late.
After Wyatt had worn her out the night before, she’d come home, passed out, and hadn’t woken until Dylan had dropped off Cooper at her house.
Gypsy rushed around, pulling together work for Brandy. It was so time-consuming to break in someone new, but Gypsy was excited for the time it could potentially free up. She could stop playing musical chairs with her siblings when she needed a place for Cooper overnight. Depending on how quickly Brandy picked things up, Gypsy could be home with Cooper as soon as tomorrow night.
She stuffed a pile of bills into her purse to give to Brandy after Cooper’s doctor’s appointment, then scoured through files for Coopers immunization card. He was going to need shots today, and the thought of the way shots terrified him twisted Gypsy’s stomach.
“Is it time for the doctor, Mommy?”
From her bedroom where she kept a desk for her office work, Gypsy saw Cooper roll to his back and pretend to fly a Lego car through the air.
“Sure is.” She spotted the yellow cardstock that documented all of Cooper’s immunizations in the bottom of a folder and plucked it out. He was so excited for this camp, it thrilled her. This would fill at least half his days with fun activities and friends and alleviate a lot of stress on Gypsy.
She slid the immunization record into her purse and started for the door. “Grab your shoes, Coop.”
He scrambled to his feet and ran to the door, fists in the air, cheering. She pushed aside the knowledge that shots awaited her son and glanced at her watch.
“Shoot.” Why did everything take twice as long as she expected? She opened the door and crouched to help Cooper into his shoes. “We’ve got to hurry, buddy.”
She grabbed his coat and coaxed him out the door. While Cooper sang a made-up song about superhero camp, Gypsy secured him into his car seat, smiling. “Maybe you’ll be a song writer when you grow up.”
“Like Wyatt!”
The happiness that vibrated in Cooper’s voice when he talked about Wyatt warmed her heart. He’d slipped past her filters because she’d never considered him a possible romantic candidate, so she hadn’t had any objection to the two of them spending a little time together while Gypsy was working. But he’d been good with Cooper from the start and had become a de facto uncle of sorts. Which just made taking a chance with Wyatt that much easier.
She shut Cooper’s door, slipped into the driver’s seat, and turned over the Jeep’s engine. Along the gravel path off the property, Gypsy buckled her seat belt and pulled her phone from her purse. Autodialing the doctor’s office, she paused before turning onto the main road.
“Doctor Seymour’s office,” the receptionist answered.
“Hi, this is Gypsy Wright. I’m bringing my son, Cooper, in for a physical and shots today. I just wanted to let you know we’re running a little late.”
“How late do you think you’ll be?” she asked. “Doctor Seymour is booked today.”
Oh, how well she knew. The man was booked every day, months in advance, which was why Gypsy had begged her way into this appointment.
“Yes, I know. Maybe only five or ten minutes.”
“Okay, I’ll let him know. If you’re here more than fifteen minutes late, we’ll have to reschedule the appointment.”
“No need. We’ll be there soon. Thank you.”
She disconnected and dropped her phone in the cup holder as she eased toward the road, waiting for a break in traffic. She might not be late at all, but she wanted to give herself a little cushion just in case. And she was glad she had when car after car continued to stream by. The school down the road must be letting out soon.
Her cell rang. She glanced at the display but didn’t recognize the number, so she let it go to voicemail and rested her elbow on the window ledge as she waited for a break in traffic.