One Look: A grumpy, single dad small town romance(41)

“Again, Lark. Say it again.” Wyatt’s voice was thick and gravelly as he pumped himself over and over.

“Come for me, Wyatt. Please. I want it.” Teasing the edge of my panties, I didn’t let myself push past that barrier to fill the aching emptiness between my thighs. After seeing his dick, I knew nothing else would satisfy me and that my fingers would be a sad letdown.

“Wyatt, please.”

My quiet, pleading whimper sent him tumbling over the edge. His hips bucked as he came. Long, thick ropes erupted from him as he shuddered. “Yes, god yes, Lark.”

Tingles prickled at the base of my spine. I had just walked into my neighbor’s—no, my boss’s house—and interrupted him while he was jerking off to my name.

It was the kinkiest, wildest thing that had ever happened to me. In the heat of the moment I hadn’t felt an ounce of shame, but suddenly, watching Wyatt unravel had me worried that I’d not only invaded his privacy but completely blown up the perfect summer gig I’d been building.

I needed to go. To get out and take a cold shower and find my vibrator. Maybe I could pretend it was Wyatt and ease the tension that was pulled taut inside me. Whatever I did, it wouldn’t involve looking Wyatt in the eyes and admitting that I’d totally spied on him.

Frantically, I moved through his dark house and burst out of the front door. The screen door slammed behind me, and I ran up the steps to my apartment and flung myself inside.

“What the hell was that?” I whispered into the darkness.

Your hot boss just came to you calling out his name and pleading for him to finish.

Behind me, a loud pounding at my door had me yelping, and I jumped.

“Lark. Open the door.”

I brushed back the stray hairs at my forehead and took a deep breath. My body ached with need, and based on the growly tone in Wyatt’s voice, he was not happy.

Time to get fired . . . and probably arrested for being a creep or something.

I slowly pulled open the door. Wyatt leaned with one hand against the doorframe and the other in a fist at his side. I tamped down the thought of where that hand had just been. He was wearing only low-slung jeans and no shirt. His feet were bare, and damn that was so hot.

I lifted my chin and tried not to freak out.

“You ran away.”

I brushed away another stray hair and tried to steady my voice. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have barged in, and then when I saw you, I—”

Wyatt invaded my space, pushing the door open and stepping inside the apartment. His mouth was hot on mine before I could even finish my sentence.

Our lips broke apart, our pants mixed in the sliver of space between us. “You ran away. Before I could get my mouth on yours and make you come as hard and good as I did.”

A moan rattled through my throat, and Wyatt kissed me again. His tongue moved over the seam of my lips, and I opened for him as he gripped me and pushed us farther into my apartment.

After weeks of simmering tension, want and need flooded my system. I pressed against his hard chest as his rough hands moved over my hips to grab my ass.

He pulled away to run one hand down the length of buttons at the front of my dress. “You teased me all fucking night with this dress. I was stroking my cock thinking about what you’d look like with it splayed open just before I fucked you.”

I was breathless. The room was spinning. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have—”

Wyatt stopped my halfhearted apology with another brutal kiss. I lifted on my toes, wanting to rub every inch of my body against his.

He dropped to his knees.

“What are you doing?”

He lifted the hem of my blue dress. “You got to watch me while I came. Now I get to taste you while you do.”

Heat rippled through me as my core clenched around emptiness, wishing to be filled. Wyatt licked and sucked my skin as he moved up my thighs and toward my underwear.

“You wouldn’t let me see this pretty pussy either.”

Over the soft material of my panties, Wyatt nuzzled me with his nose and teased me with gentle kisses.

“Wyatt, please.”

“That’s right. Beg for it.”

“Oh my god, please. Please.”

His hands pulled my underwear down to my knees, and his tongue dragged a long, slow path through my pussy. My hands found his shoulders as I steadied myself. He lowered himself to go even deeper. He stroked me with his tongue. Teased my clit until I was shaking.

“More. Please, more.”

Two thick fingers circled my clit before his mouth clamped over me and his fingers slipped inside. My hands tangled in his hair. I should have been ashamed or embarrassed, but I wasn’t. I was grabbing his hair and riding his face while he devoured my pussy. I could feel his fingers, his tongue, the vibrations from every moan he made.

As I was right on the edge, he reached around to grab my ass, pushing his face deeper between my thighs to lick and suck my clit. The room dissolved as I came apart. His name was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t speak.

After one final shudder, he stood, towering over me. Lust raged a war in his eyes, and a cocky smirk played on his lips. With my underwear still at my knees, Wyatt bent and hoisted me over his shoulder. I let out a giddy shriek, and my hands flew to my skirt to cover my bare butt.

Wyatt’s wide palm came down with a playful smack, and he laughed as his hand slid under my skirt to smooth the stinging skin on my bottom. He gripped a handful of ass as he stalked toward the back bedroom.