Messy Love(64)

I had never wanted a girlfriend or anything remotely close, but it’s been two weeks since Marissa, and I got around to agreeing to let what was happening between us run its course and see where it went. Two weeks. And I still wanted her more, looked for more time to spend with her.

I also couldn’t take my eyes off of her, not when she was cooking in my kitchen wearing only my shirt with no panties. I was only human, and when a gorgeous woman, my woman, paraded around wearing barely anything and gave me a glimpse of her pert ass I didn’t mind praising with my cock deep in her dripping pussy, I couldn’t be held responsible for the chubby tenting my sweatpants. Neither the way my eyes burned through her, cataloging her every move while silently praying to see her reaching something in the cupboard above so the shirt would ride up, just a couple inches more.

I bit my lip and groaned when she did just that and looked over her shoulder back at me with a teasing smile on her face. Her eyes, bright and laughing only intensified my reaction to her.

Marissa had me pussy whipped, something I would have laughed at if someone had told me I’d ever end up like this. Now? I just thanked the day I finally got my shit together before I messed up irremediably and lost the chance to see that being with one woman wasn’t so bad. It was insanely good, in fact.

“What?’’ she asked with a chuckle, turned around and leaned against the counter near the stove where vegetables cooked with some spices she brought over from her place.

“I didn’t say anything.’’ I didn’t move from the stool at the kitchen island, elbows on the top and head held in one hand while my free hand clenched whenever I felt like attacking her like a wild animal and fucking her on the closest surface available. I could do it, she’d love it without a doubt, but delayed gratification was fun too. Helluva fun when Marissa was in the equation, and she begged me to go harder.

“You’re looking.’’

Her smile stretched her plump lips still red from the moment I attacked her when she first got here two hours ago after her day at InkSpired. She was breathtaking, so fucking breathtaking that my heart stuttered once again in my chest. That fucker acted up more and more as days went and Marissa marked my life and me more.

“You don’t have panties or a bra under my shirt, sweet thing.’’

“Oh come on,’’ she said with a laugh, head thrown back, giving me a fantastic view of her long neck that I never failed to kiss whenever I first thrust inside her, and she enveloped me so heavenly that I lost my edges.

“I’m serious. If you think your nipples poking through that shirt and your perfect ass swaying don’t affect me, you’re crazy.’’

“Really?’’ She arched an eyebrow at me, her cheeks reddening, but not exactly like they did when we fucked. She bit her lip, and my balls ached in answer. I clenched free hand and sat straighter. My hard-on started to become more and more uncomfortable in that position. “Does that mean you’re hard right now?’’

“Come and see.’’ I offered her a crooked smile I now knew made her wet and watched as her eyes fell to my mouth. Shit, that look alone... I felt it through my system. My cock jerked in my sweatpants, and I resisted when my first thought was to wrap my fist around it to give it a good squeeze. I was ready to combust.

“I don’t think so,’’ she chuckled and pointed at the stove where her vegetables cooked, spreading a nice smell that would have me salivating at any other time, but right now I was one hundred percent focused on the sexy woman on the other side of the kitchen island. “I don’t want these to burn.’’

“You should care more about letting me burn.’’

“Oh my God, Wyatt!’’ Her laughter hit me again, turning my blood to lava as a strange emotion made its appearance. Pride. I was fucking proud of making her laugh like that, for putting that light in her eyes, that happiness that pushed my darkness at bay, so much that it barely touched me these days. “That’s so damn cheesy!’’

“Uh,’’ I grunted and stood up, watching when her eyes traveled down my bared chest, stopping at my abs before they fixed the tent in my pants hungrily. She could play it off, but I knew damn well that this insane attraction went both ways. Always. “Look what you do to me.’’

“Shut up.’’ She covered her eyes with a hand before she deliberately turned around and went back to the stove to stir the vegetables.

I didn’t let it deter me because I bet that if I slipped my hand between her legs, I’d find her dripping wet. I was also convinced that she didn’t need a lot of convincing to drop her cooking and follow me to the bedroom for another earth shattering orgasm.

Quietly, I made my way around the kitchen island and stepped to her, stopping behind her, close enough that she’d feel me there, but far enough that she would crave my touch without getting it. I stared at the back of her neck visible when she had her hair up like this in a messy knot on top of her head. I breathed against her smooth skin. Immediately goosebumps erupted on her flesh. My skin mirrored hers as if answering an invisible command that only Marissa issued.

“Wyatt…’’ she breathed out. Her chest heaved, pushing her perfect breasts against my shirt. I wanted to rip it off her body, but I waited. My hands shook at my sides.

“You told me to shut up,’’ I whispered near her ear and then let my lips trail against the shell of her ear without actually kissing her. Shit, it was too much even for me, and if her shivering form was anything, it was too much for her too.