Messy Love(29)

One look in my eyes and he knew the decision was made. His smirk changed into a smile, and it heated up my stomach and made me need to fidget. He knew it, of course, he knew. A man like him must know exactly what kind of effects he had on women, and I wasn’t immune. There’s no reason to pretend otherwise when we’re about to get very well acquainted real soon.

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MARISSA


His place looked empty and spartan. I glanced around and took a deep breath. There’s a distinctive smell in here, something chemical I couldn’t place. I looked at him as he locked the door and took off his jacket to hang it.

“Sorry. I forgot to tell you it’s still a mess here. I had the place remodeled a few weeks ago, and the paint smell is still there. I still need to get my furniture back from the storage unit.’’ He scratched at his beard and shrugged as his eyes took in the lone couch, the small coffee table and the TV in the living room. These were the only items in here. The open floor kitchen seemed more lived in with the dirty plates from the day in the sink and the empty mug on the counter next to a mixer I was sure he used to make those smoothies gym rats loved so much.

Wyatt’s apartment while bare was nice. One wall was painted a very light brown while the other walls were a stark white. The kitchen was a blend of white and darker brown that managed to be both modern and elegant in a very masculine way. Once it’s furnished, the place was going to be stunning.

On the other side of the apartment, there’s a short hall leading to closed doors. I counted three doors, so it’s probably a two-bedroom apartment with a bathroom. This place was a lot nicer and bigger than I expected. He’s only twenty-four, and he worked at the gym. How come he had such a place?

As if reading my mind, he put a hand on the small of my back. It drew out a shiver that coursed through my body. “I inherited this apartment last year from my grandfather.’’ I blinked and looked at him, a question in my eyes. He shook his head and sighed. “No, not from my biological family. My adoptive father’s father died last year from a heart attack. He gave me this apartment and made a small trust for Ava to get for college if she decides to go or to touch on her twenty-first birthday otherwise. He was a good man.’’

Sadness dulled his eyes. He cleared his throat when the silence stretched, and he pushed everything away, again hiding his emotions. His eyes traveled from my face to my cleavage.

“When you look at me like that it makes me feel like you’re about to devour me,’’ I whispered, voice thick as desire pooled in me. I pressed my thighs together, bothered by the lust growing so quickly without more than a look.

He chuckled and locked eyes with me. His eyes were hooded. He licked his lip and tilted his head to one side. “Oh but I intend to, babe.’’

I gasped at his rough voice and the potent lust in his words. But it’s nothing compared to when Wyatt swaggered to me, his gait sure and predatory. Instead of looking for a way out as any prey would, I stayed there, eyes drinking him in until he reached me and attacked my mouth. I had to close my eyes and surrender.

There’s no second thought.

There’s no doubt.

There’s no question.

Only pleasure and desire were left in me along with shivers gathering deep inside where I ached for him.

His lips were demanding, not asking for me to open my mouth, but ordering me to and I complied with a breathless moan lost in his mouth as his tongue met mine. His beard rasped on my skin, scratching me raw just like I felt upon kissing this unbridled man.

He overpowered me in such a way I felt petite and fragile in the best of ways as his big arms wrapped around me, pushing me against him until his thick erection pressed into me. I went on my tiptoes, needing to feel it lower. I needed relief, something. Anything.

He rolled his hips into me and broke the kiss, groaning into my ear. The sound, so intimate, had me clutching onto his broad shoulders. It reached inside and made everything flutter until my panties were soaked.

“Wyatt,’’ I mumbled in the crook of his neck, running my nose against his flesh and breathing in his scent, so male in its essence.

He placed kisses on my bare shoulder, up my neck, behind my ear and I couldn’t control my body’s response. I trembled and pushed my hips into him again and again, earning a few more choked sounds from low in his throat.

“You’re so fucking hot right now. You know that?’’ Wyatt whispered in my ear, sucking on my earlobe and nibbling it until I quietly moaned into his chest. “Yeah, babe. The way you move, the sounds you make and how you shake in my arms… I bet you’re dripping wet.’’

I couldn’t utter a single word. All I wanted was to taste his skin, bask in him.

I leaned closer to him, my nose sliding along the side of his neck until I gently nipped right under his ear. His hands tensed on me, holding me tighter. I licked him, just a quick flick of my tongue that ended with a kiss.

We’re both breathing loud and fast in the quiet apartment. Wyatt’s exhalations, the need for me I perceived vibrating in him had me more turned on than I’d ever been. And all I wanted now was falling apart in his arms. The rest be damned. I’d have plenty of time to regret everything later. Right now…

“Bedroom,’’ I whispered in a voice I barely recognized as my own.

He groaned into my ear. “Hold onto me, babe.’’