It was as though she’d flicked a switch in him. His hips curled under, shoving her up the wall and plundering deep. He set up a frenetic rhythm, working her clit and her pussy with each manic thrust.
All the while, she clung to him, limpet-like, and there was no question about whether she’d come. An orgasm was hurtling toward her, so fast, so crazy. She’d never felt anything like it.
“I won’t … come … until you … do,” he said into her ear, his rapid breaths burning hot.
“I’m … I’m … oh, don’t stop! Wyatt! Wyatt!”
He released her right buttock, cupped her right breast over her top, and squeezed.
The extra sensation tipped her over the edge, and her orgasm bloomed, growing bigger and bigger, the pressure mounting to mind-blowing proportions. It was impossible to contain, and she savored the sweeter than sweet moment before she tumbled into ecstasy.
Her pussy spasmed around his cock. Her clit sent shockwaves of bliss over her body. Every nerve tingled and her breaths were hard to catch.
She found her teeth digging into his shoulder, biting, but couldn’t remember starting that.
He cried out and sank deeper than ever, his way eased by her heated slickness. For a second, he froze. Then he too climaxed, filling the condom.
Still, she convulsed around his cock, the spasms spreading in waves around her whole body.
“Fuck.” He shifted his shoulder, and she stopped sinking her teeth into it. “Damn it, girl, been … a while … since I had it that good.” He was breathing hard.
Loosening the grip on his hair, she cupped his face and stared into his eyes. “That was…” It was hard to find the right words. “God, I needed a fuck.”
“Told you you’d be screaming my name later.”
“You’re a cocky son of a bitch, you know that?”
His eyes sparkled and he laughed. “Yeah, I know that.”
Chapter Four
Wyatt withdrew and gently lowered Belle until her feet touched the floor. He then yanked at the condom, which was neon blue, and dropped it into the trash to his left.
“Got a bite on you, woman.” He rubbed his shoulder. Two perfect arcs dented the reddened skin.
“Sorry about that.” She reached for her panties and pulled them on. “But you’re a big boy, you’ll live.”
“Yeah, I’m a big boy, and you know it.” He laughed.
“You always this infuriating?”
“I just say it how it is.” He shrugged and flopped onto the sofa, put his feet up on the table. “Come sit with me.” He tapped the space next to him.
She didn’t reply. Instead, she went to the kitchen and poured another glass of water. Her throat was dry and her body was hot. Sweat prickled her forehead and her underarms. “I’m going to take a shower.”
“Want me to scrub your back?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
Again, he chuckled.
Feeling loose-limbed, pliant, and satisfied, Belle stepped into the small but functional bathroom and flicked on the shower. The sound of splashing water filled the room, and instantly, the mirror began to steam. She stared at herself, at her flushed cheeks, wide pupils, and red, puffy lips.
The sex had been good. More than good. It had been exactly what she’d needed. But was Wyatt the man she needed or would she have felt this way with anyone?
For some reason, she wasn’t sure. Since the moment she’d first seen him, he’d played on her mind. She’d found her attention drawn to him more than it should.
But he was a Devil’s Barbarian, an MC member, which meant he was a player. He thought of his club, his bike, his wallet, and women, probably in that order.