He lifted one shoulder with a little smile. 揧ou were right. It was good.?
My brows snapped together. Something sweet wrapped around my heart. 揥hy did you read it??
His expression softened. 揑t抯 your favorite. I wanted a peek inside that brain of yours.?He pulled back the covers and gestured for me to get in. 揅ome on.?
Wyatt read my favorite book. For me. If I thought too hard about that, I would?I didn抰 know. It was just a book. Beck read the book, too.
But this was different. Wyatt was different.
揇id you like it??I asked softly, sliding under the covers beside him. His arm tucked around me and pulled me to his warm chest and my breath caught.
It was me standing in Elizabeth抯 kitchen all over again, seen and wanted and loved. My throat tightened and my hands came to Wyatt抯 hard chest. I peered up into his eyes, so gray and kind and full of affection.
He nodded with a small smile. 揗hm. You were right about the scene with Mr. Collins.?
I pressed a soft kiss to Wyatt抯 neck. He inhaled and his chest rose under my hands.
揥e should sleep. Your head棓
揑 think you should give me another lesson.?I brushed my lips over his stubble and he shuddered. 揚rofessor.?
In a split second, I was on my back, Wyatt抯 mouth pressing hot, fast kisses down my neck.
揧ou know exactly what to say to make me lose it,?he murmured against me, and I shivered again. His fingers found a tight nipple through the thin fabric of my top and I arched.
A soft whimper escaped me, and I reached for him but he batted my hands away.
揘ot yet. Let me do my work.?
I smiled and his mouth covered mine, lingering a moment before his tongue coaxed me open. The slow glide of our tongues melted my brain like an ice cream cone in summer and I let my consciousness sink, sighing against him. Wetness pooled between my legs, warm and slippery, and after a few moments of us tasting each other, exploring each other抯 mouths, me reaching for his length and him holding my wrists, finally, finally, he touched me.
揙h, Jesus, bookworm, you are so fucking wet for me,?he rasped. I nipped his bottom lip. 揑 love how you get so worked up.?
His fingers slid over my center and my head fell back. More. I needed more. I pulled my shirt over my head and his mouth fell to my breast, tasting and rolling and tugging. A strangled noise came out of my throat. My core clenched around nothing and my hips thrust harder towards his hand, needing more.
揑 love how soft you are.?His fingers found my clit and I moaned. 揗hm. Like that??
I jerked my head in a nod. 揕ike that. Like that.?I was babbling but the heat coiled low in my stomach and I didn抰 care. Wyatt抯 hands on me made me mindless, and I didn抰 want it to stop.
揥hy don抰 you show me your homework??His voice was so low and soft. 揝how me how you touched yourself after your date.?
A streak of self-consciousness shot through me, and I bit my lip and opened my eyes. Wyatt watched me with something dark and hungry in his eyes, and a cruel little smile on his mouth.
揑抳e thought about you touching yourself so many times.?His throat worked and he began to slide my shorts off. 揝how me the real thing.?He lifted his gaze to mine. 揚lease, baby.?
My hand slipped to my center and I began to rub slow, soft circles on my clit while Wyatt watched with hungry fascination. The warm heat coiling around my spine and the intense way he watched drowned out my self-consciousness. I moved a little faster and pressed my lips together with a wince of pleasure as the pressure grew.
揓esus fucking Christ,?he breathed and pressed a kiss to my inner thigh. 揧ou are so fucking gorgeous, Hannah. I抳e been thinking about this nonstop. I wanted you all day.?
揗e too,?I gasped. 揧ou make me come so hard.?
Those were the magic words. He grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the bed. 揕esson抯 over.?He slipped a finger inside me and began to work my center. He located that spot within me and white hot electricity shot through my limbs.
揥yatt,?I gasped. My legs shook and everything seized with pleasure. I grasped the duvet. Wyatt抯 gaze swung from where his fingers entered me to my face in fascination.
揑 should draw this out and torture you for scaring me this morning.?His eyes seared me, half-teasing, half-furious. 揑 was so worried, bookworm. I never want to see you hurt. You抮e too important to me.?
揘ot hurt,?I gasped again, arching. I frowned and winced, it felt so good. All the waves of pleasure radiated from where his finger pulsed. My body squeezed him. 揇oing just fine.?
He laughed low and pressed another kiss to my inner thigh. 揑 can see that. Now, what do you need to come??
揗ore.?
揗ore what??
My chest heaved as I pulled in deep breaths that weren抰 enough. His finger slowed inside me with less pressure and I groaned with frustration. 揥yatt.?