Say You Want Me (19 page)

Everything shifts. His hands wrap around my back as he mashes me against his hard body. I moan against his lips, and our tongues connect as my hands fist into his hair. Gone is the tender couple speaking their truths. All that exists are two passionate people ready to prove it.

And I plan to make it the truth all night long.

I’ve been hungry for his touch again.

I’ve been starved to feel the unbridled hunger I know exists between us.

I’m ready to give myself to him and take everything he gives me.

Wyatt backs me up, hooks his hands behind my thighs, and lifts me into his arms. I hold on, staring at him, as he moves toward the bed. His gaze is heated and it warms me everywhere. I’m going to enjoy the burn.

“I plan on breakin’ all your rules tonight,” he promises.

“I plan to let you.”

His confident grin paints his face. “I told you it would happen.”

I smile and touch his cheek. “I knew you’d rise to the occasion.”

He lets out a deep laugh and lays me on the bed. His body covers mine, but he keeps his weight off me. “A lot more is going to rise.”

“I sure hope so.”

“I think we’ve”—he kisses me—“already”—another kiss—“established”—kiss—“that I can handle myself.”

He sure can, and I can’t wait to enjoy it again.

“Make love to me, Wyatt.”

Our eyes stay glued as he shifts his body to the side and roams a hand down my front. His touch is a whisper against my skin as his lips move with mine in a sensual dance. He pulls the strap of my top and bra lower, exposing my breast before his thumb and forefinger roll my nipple back and forth. I want to arch off the bed in pleasure, but I make myself stay still. Everything feels heightened tonight. I let out a low groan as he does it again.

These pregnancy hormones are going to finally prove to be useful.

If this has me practically panting, I can’t wait for the good stuff.

His mouth captures my nipple, and he licks and sucks. “God!” I cry out, sinking my hands into his hair to keep him there.

I need more.

Every inch of me is screaming out for his touch. Wyatt doesn’t make me wait. His hand glides across my stomach and his eyes meet mine. “This is how we should’ve made her.”

“Her?” I place my hand over his.

He tilts his head. “I think we’ll have a girl.”

I haven’t thought too much about the sex of the baby since the talk with his mother. I’ve been too busy trying to wrap my mind around the idea of having a baby at all. But when he says it, I can see it. Wyatt carrying her on his shoulders. Him having his nails painted because she wants him to. He’d be that for her. He’d be the daddy little girls pray for.

“I don’t care what we have, I just want the baby to be healthy. I worry a lot.”

Wyatt heard all about my family history when we met with Dr. Borek. His face blanched a little when I explained my cousin was diagnosed with cancer in her fourth month. He never said anything, and I never brought it up again, but it’s always on my mind.

His thumb brushes against my belly. “I don’t worry, Angie. We can’t control it. All we can control is what we think. I know our child will be whatever we can handle.”

“God.” I sigh. “You’re everything I never knew to ask for.”

I watch the shock roll through his gaze. “You’re everything I’ve waited for.”

“No more waiting, Wyatt.”

He moves into action. My lips and his become one and our hands roam. I lift, taking my shirt off, and he does the same.

His body is glorious, and it’s all mine.

I push him on the bed and straddle him. My hair falls, creating a cocoon around us for only a moment before Wyatt gathers it in his hands so he can guide my movements. He controls the kiss from the bottom, and I love it. My hands rest on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath me. I try to lean back, but he keeps me steady, his tongue plunging into my mouth as we take everything the other offers.

When he flips me over, I yelp in surprise. I liked being on top of him, and open my mouth to protest, but he’s already on his knees removing his belt buckle. I watch as he slowly undoes the button of his jeans and slides them down. I go to mimic what he’s done, but he takes both my wrists in his hands and places them above me. “Let me.”

Wyatt removes my jeans and underwear, kissing and nipping at my skin as he reveals it, and then tosses them to the floor next to his pants. He stares at me in awe. My skin feels branded by his gaze. My heart feels full from his words. And my body is about to become his.

“Say it,” he commands.

I have no idea what he’s asking.

“Say you want me,” he says as a request.

I lean on one elbow and touch the side of his face. “I want you.”

“Again.”

He moves to hover over me.

“I want you.”

Wyatt’s eyes stay on mine as he moves lower down the bed. “I want to hear you, Angie.” He hooks my legs over his shoulders and runs his tongue across my clit. “I remember your sounds. I want to hear them again.”

“Yes,” I moan.

He does it again, and I damn near buck off the bed. Wyatt gets into a rhythm in no time. I twist and turn as the pleasure climbs. My heels press into his back, whether to pull him closer or tell him to slow down, I don’t know. I can’t take much more, but I don’t want him to stop. With each sound I make, he rewards me with a flick of his tongue against my clit.

I climb and climb.

My fingers twist in his hair as I cry out.

I scream his name and thank God we broke that rule.

He crawls on top of me as I try to catch my breath. “One down, many more to go.”

Oh. Fucking. Yes.

He takes my now very sensitive breast in his mouth but keeps the rest of his body away from me. “Wyatt.” I beg. “Please.”

I need him inside me. Tonight has been so much. Some moments that I will never forget. The fact that he brought me here, took care of me, and said so many perfect things. My own truth lies before us as well. I’m not a mushy person. I’ve never had these deep emotions with men, but with him, it’s all real.

The bindings around my soul are free, and it’s invigorating. I’ve never believed there was freedom in loving someone. I always thought it was like being held captive. I was so wrong. Falling in love with Wyatt is beautiful. It’s also scary . . . terrifying even. I’ve never realized how all-consuming it would feel. He’s the only person in this world I’ve ever felt these feelings for. My heart, my body, and my love will be his. I know that once I tell him what’s in my heart, there will be no going back.

He’ll bind me to him.

I’ll let him.

“Are you sure?” He gives me an out.

“I want you to make love to me. I want you inside me.”

He looks at me with a cocky grin. “I’m very much inside you.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head. “Well, then get more inside.”

“I haven’t touched another girl since you left,” he says with honesty ringing in his voice. “I’m clean. You’re already carryin’ my baby.”

“I’d say we’re good on the no protection.”

Relief flashes through his face as he lines up. “I’ve had to endure weeks of your body curled around mine each night. Your sounds as you sleep have been driving me mad, and baby, I’m going to take my time tonight.”

“I’m counting on it.”

He fills me inch by glorious inch without taking his eyes away. He stretches me, allowing me to feel him as he becomes fully seated. My lids flutter shut as the feeling becomes overwhelming. I’m here with Wyatt. Pregnant with his kid. And we’re making love.

When I open my eyes again, they’re filled with tears.

I try to hold them back, but my emotions spin out of control.

We rock together as I struggle to keep myself in check.

Wyatt doesn’t miss a thing. “Don’t hold back.”

“I just feel so much.”

“Let it go,” he requests.

And I do. I close my eyes and let the tears leak out. I feel him kiss the moisture away.

Our lips find each other’s, and I lose myself there.

“This is how we should’ve been the first time,” Wyatt says as he pushes deeper.

I touch his face. “I think this is exactly how it should’ve happened.”

Wyatt continues to rock languidly. “You feel so damn good.”

“Show me,” I plead.

And he does. He picks up the pace a little more, and my fingers dig into his back. I start to climb again, but there’s no way I can handle another orgasm. Yet, it’s building. He watches my face, and my cries start to become louder.

“Wyatt—” I hold on tighter. “I can’t.”

“You can.”

No. My head shakes back and forth as my hips rise to meet his. There’s no way I can handle this, but every inch of me is burning hotter and hotter for release. “Oh, God. Oh, God.”

He dips his hand between us and pushes against my clit, sending me soaring over the edge. My back arches and it’s as if every nerve inside me detonates. He anchors me to this earth.

Wyatt follows me over the edge, calling out my name before we collapse on the bed. I lie against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. His hand rests in my hair, and I close my eyes. I feel safe, sated, and damn glad I threw out that rule book.

We make love off and on all night long. In between, he holds me or we drift off. The sun starts to peek through the windows before we finally sleep.

I could spend every day of my life like this.

This is heaven. This is where I want to be.

I just need to find the courage to do it.

W
E SPEND THE DAY AT
his family’s vacation farm. I can’t get over the picturesque views, each time I turn around, I want to snap a photo. I have to admit, if only to myself, that it’s hard not to fall in love with this place.

It’s modern, but timeless.

“What’s with that grin?” I ask as we sit in the rocking chairs.

“I’m observing you.”

“And what do you see?”

Wyatt looks back out at the landscape and then back to me. “I see you fallin’ in love with my place. Who’d have thought you’d love the countryside, Big City? It looks good on you.”

“Hmm,” I muse. “I don’t know that it’s the countryside, Little Buckaroo.”

“What did you call me?” He stands quickly.

I’ve been mulling over the perfect nickname for him. Since he rides horses, and I know the “little” part will piss him off, this seemed perfect.

“Little Buckaroo.”

“There ain’t nothing little about me, baby.”

Oh, how much I love this nickname already. “I figure it’s something we can pass down if it’s a boy.”

His lips form a hard line, but my face lights up with a huge smile. “Nothing about my boy will be little either.”

I shrug. “I would encourage you to wish for a girl.”

Wyatt steps closer, drops his hands onto the arms of the rocking chair, and gets in real close. “Honey, if we have a boy and you call him that, we’re going to have a problem.”

“Honey,” I say back, “you’ve got no say in this. You’re my Little Buckaroo, and he will be, too.” Great. Now, I’m rhyming.

“You know what?” He pushes off and stands tall. “You’re going to find out what happens when you call me that next time.”

He stands there, all brooding and sexy in his pair of jeans and a Henley. Wyatt is always sexy, but he’s doesn’t realize he’s the drop your panties kind of guy, which is probably why I did just that. Even right now, when he’s trying to be a badass, I only see the sweet guy who I’m falling for.

I shrug. “I’ll take my chances. You’re not so scary.”

His grin grows wicked. “I’ve been behaving.”

“Still not scared,
Tiny
Buckaroo.”

“You’re going to regret that.”

I probably will. He really doesn’t like the name, which makes me want to use it more. “Maybe you should take me back to the cottage,” I offer. The playfulness disappears as lust fills his eyes. I get up, allowing my breasts to graze his torso as I stand. “That is,” I say as I look up from beneath my lashes, “if you want me to apologize.”

Wyatt’s lips are on mine so fast I don’t have time to blink. His arms are around my back with his hands in my hair. I love when he does this. It’s possessive and protective at the same time. Our mouths move together as the kiss grows heated. I know exactly where we’re going. I can’t seem to get enough of him.

I pull back, “I’m ready.”

He grins and yanks me against him. “Now, where would the punishment be if I gave in?”

Jerk.

I want sex. That kiss sent tingles where I wanted them. But I’m sensing he knew that.

His look says I’m right. “Turd.”

He laughs, kisses me again, and releases me. Wyatt tugs me to his side, and we start to walk. “I have a better idea.”

“Oh?”

We keep walking, casually he’ll lean in and kiss the top of my head. My arms stay wrapped around his middle, loving how easy this feels, until he leads me into the stables. The horses are in their stalls, looking all pretty and strong. I walk over to the one that is looking over the half gate.

“Hi,” I coo to the horse. “You’re a big guy, huh?”

Wyatt snorts. “Sure, the horse is big, but you call me little?”

I shake my head. “He’s just jealous.” I pet the horse’s nose. He’s really a magnificent horse. He’s tall, with a shiny black coat and white speckles on his butt. I glance over at the side of the stall where his name is written. “Aww, you’re sweet, Desperado. And you’re a handsome boy.”