Need sparked within me.
揧ou already made my head explode a few minutes ago,?I grumbled.
揑 lost control there.?He grunted as my hand returned to his cock and began to stroke.
揕ike that??I watched his gorgeous face before running my mouth over his stubble.
He jerked a nod. 揓ust like that.?He grabbed my other hand and brought it to his sac, and when I squeezed lightly, he sucked a breath in. 揊ucking hell, bookworm, I抦 never letting you leave.?
His words washed through me and made my heart lift. I stroked him faster. I loved the noises that were coming out of his throat, loved the way I had complete control over his body. Watching his face, my head swam with power, pleasure, and desire. He opened his hazy eyes and watched me. Something sweet, twisting, and heavy struck me.
揃aby,?he gasped. His hand covered mine and he stroked himself faster with my hand, gripping tight. 揙h god. Hannah, you抮e going to make me come.?
His eyes clenched closed, his mouth fell open, and he used my hand for pleasure. With a shudder and a groan, he spilled hot liquid all over our hands and his stomach while I watched in fascination.
He exhaled long and low. 揌oly shit. You made me come so hard from a hand job.?He said it like he didn抰 believe it and I beamed.
His grin was sluggish and lazy with the hint of casual cockiness, as always. He raised up and met my mouth. Pure affection and gratitude replaced by any urgency in me, and my heart expanded in my chest. His intoxicating scent teased me. The soft duvet brushed my bare skin, and his skin warmed me all the way to my toes. My brain hummed with comfort.
揑 need to clean up,?he whispered. 揙ne sec, okay??
I nodded and he rose, stepping into the bathroom before returning with a washcloth. He shot me a wink as he wiped my hand off and I sighed.
When we crawled under the covers, he pulled me to him and I smiled into the pillow. My body tucked into his like we were made for each other.
揑抦 falling for you, bookworm.?He whispered the words against the back of my head in the dark.
Alarm spiked in my brain. Those words were all I wanted to hear, so why was my chest tight?
揑抦 falling for you, too.?I swallowed hard at the half-truth.
I wasn抰 falling for Wyatt. I was in it. I was in love with him. The thought of him leaving?
揥hat are we going to do??I breathed.
揑 don抰 know.?
23
Hannah
揙ver here, bookworm.?
My paintbrush stilled and I shot a smile over my shoulder at Wyatt down on the sidewalk. He snapped a picture of me on the ladder in front of the store, painting Pemberley Books over the stencil.
Instead of a faded gray like before, the front of the store was now a deep forest green. Even in the late afternoon golden hour glow, the color was magnificent. Rich, lush, and comforting.
Chatter, laughter, and the whir of a drill traveled through the open door below me. When I had seen the new flooring Emmett, Holden, and Sam had installed, I had no words. The deep, cherry wood was a stark contrast to the gross old carpet, laying in a heap in the dumpster behind the store. Pemberley Books looked like a real store now.
The store wasn抰 even finished yet. The books stood in stacks in the stockroom, waiting for placement once Sam finished fixing the shelves in the alley. Naya worked beside him, painting the mural with headphones on, lost in her work.
My heart squeezed with gratitude. I never could have afforded the flooring or installation. I never could have done all this work by myself in one day.
Wyatt stepped back to capture another picture. 揘ice choice on that color.?
I smiled to myself as I applied the petal pink paint to the store name. It did look great, and if I changed my mind, I could paint over it.
Because everything was temporary, like Wyatt had said.
His words from the other night echoed in my head and my heart tripped.
I抦 falling for you, bookworm.
Falling for Wyatt didn抰 seem temporary. My stomach knotted and I shoved the thought away as I brushed more paint onto the sign.
In my back pocket, my phone buzzed. The music video clips had gone viral on Wyatt抯 social media and the comments, likes, and messages had been rolling in. His fans thought the clips were hilarious and even Tula had commented and reposted. More brand sponsors had contacted me and he had a call with an agent tomorrow.
Holden stepped out the door and looked up at me. 揧ou want me to install those lights now??
揙h. Sure.?I made my way down the ladder and Wyatt was at my side in a flash, ready to catch me if I fell.
The nurse at the ER thought you were my pregnant wife, he had told me days ago at his parents?house. I liked the idea of it.
Wyatt抯 gaze made my skin prickle with awareness. 揅areful,?he said in a low voice, and I shivered.