My back arched and I cried out as I came, thinking of Wyatt the entire time. Lights exploded in my vision despite my eyes being clenched closed. My core pulsed around emptiness but it wasn抰 enough. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever had, and it still wasn抰 enough.
I blew a long breath out, relaxing into the pillows.
A different woman, indeed.
15
Wyatt
I had been pacing a hole in the ground for ten minutes when Hannah arrived behind the surf shop the next morning.
揋ood morning.?Her smile was easy and cheerful and her new haircut swayed around her face.
I itched to reach out and touch it. The memory of her silky hair in my hands last night haunted me all night.
Her smile dropped and she shook her head. 揘o. No way.?
I made a hoarse, unintelligible noise in my throat like huh? And my eyebrows shot up.
She pointed a finger at my chest and narrowed her eyes. The finger poked me and I glanced between it and her face with a mix of curiosity, surprise, and amusement.
揧ou抮e not going to grab me, kiss me, and then get weird on me. I抦 not being weird. So it happened.?She crossed her arms. 揧ou kissed me. Twice. But you don抰 get to be weird.?
Her haughty nature made me grin. The Hannah from a couple months ago wouldn抰 have told me to stop being weird. 揝orry.?
She watched me. 揧ou think this is funny.?
揑 think everything is funny, bookworm.?
We watched each other for a moment.
Last night, I had gone for a drink at the bar after surfing. I couldn抰 sit at home and think about Hannah touching herself. I had already been thinking about it all day. Thinking about her letting out those little sighs, like the one she did when our mouths met in her bedroom. Thinking about her arching off the bed, pressing her lips tight so she wouldn抰 cry out when she came.
Fuck. It drove me crazy all day.
So I went to the bar to distract myself but it didn抰 work. When I walked home and saw her sitting in the window of The Arbutus, smiling softly to herself while she read her book and sipped her wine, she was so goddamn gorgeous. Her hair was shorter. Her foot tapped gently on the floor. She wore a dress, a white and blue one I had never seen. Did she buy it for the date? And why did that make me so happy?
Standing on the sidewalk, I had remembered her mentioning practicing. Possessive irritation had ripped through me. I hated the idea of anyone抯 hands on her.
Anyone but me.
I wanted to be on that date with her, but she needed this. She needed to love herself the way?
I swallowed hard, looking down at her outside the surf shop. 揇id you have a good time on your date??
A slow, shy smile crept on her face before she nodded.
揑 hope your date told you how gorgeous you looked.?
Pink washed over her cheeks and she grinned harder. 揗y date was lovely. I even got lucky.?
My cock reacted to her words. My head fell back and I closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead. My mind flooded with images of her in the dark. 揊uck, bookworm.?
She laughed. She actually laughed. I was in agony, fighting an erection and trying not to think about her in bed by herself, and she was laughing.
After I got home last night, I headed straight to the shower, thinking about her soft lips, the little sighs she made and the way she melted right into me while I stroked myself until I came.
揥here抯 my shy bookworm??I asked, shaking my head as her eyes shimmered with laughter.
My. It slipped past my lips without permission. I gauged her reaction, but she just smiled. The apples of her cheeks popped. Fuck, she was pretty.
She shrugged. 揋uess you embarrassed it out of me.?
揧our hair looks nice.?
She reached up to touch it. 揑 like it, too. And this way it won抰 get so tangled and in my face when I fall off my board.?
揧ou抮e falling less and less these days.?
She bit her lip and shot me a tentative glance. 揥yatt??
揗mm??
揑 like surfing with you.?
Well, damn if that tiny compliment didn抰 make me feel like a million bucks. 揑 like surfing with you too, bookworm.?
She rolled her eyes. 揧ou don抰 do much surfing out there, you just float and watch me make a sad attempt.?
揧ou know what I mean.?
Her cheeks were pink again and I wanted to feel the heat of them under my mouth.
揂nyway. Um.?She shifted, toying with her hands. 揑f I do find a, uh, boyfriend,?She said the word funny, like it tasted bad. 揑 still want to keep surfing with you.?She lifted her gaze to mine. 揑f you have time, I mean. If you抮e still here in Queen抯 Cove. And if you don抰 have training or whatever.?
The thought of Hannah finding someone梥omeone who抎 be sitting across from her at The Arbutus, someone who抎 get to touch her hair and kiss her and make her smile like that梚t made me sick. It made me feel like something had been taken from me.