She wanted to see the hidden parts of him too. See into his soul. Read his mind, his thoughts, his intentions.
“Babe, it’s so damn dark in here.”
She turned as Wyatt came back into the room. “I like it.”
“You do?” He flicked the lock on the door.
“Yeah.”
“Then it stays.” He tossed his lighter onto the dresser. It landed beside the Glock he’d put there earlier. “But as for that robe, nice as it is.” He stepped up to her and took hold of the silky belt. “It really has to go.”
Staring into her eyes, he released it. When it fell open, his attention dipped to her cleavage and pretty black bra.
“Do your tits ever not look fucking hot?” he said then groaned. “If you and your tits were all I saw for the rest of my life, I’d be a happy man.”
“Is that you trying to be romantic again?” She cupped his stubbled cheek.
“You want romance?”
“I want it all. All of you. The real you.”
He was quiet for a moment. “The real me?”
“Yeah.”
“On one condition.”
“What’s that?”
“I get the real you. The perfect bits and the scared bits.”
She nodded. “I’m yours.” The words almost caught in her throat. This was getting serious. She had released all the bolts to her heart now, and he was on the threshold about to step in.
He held her face and kissed her. A lovely possessive hold and a deep kiss filled with passion and need, desire and want.
“This will be like nothing you’ve experienced before,” he murmured as he kissed to her neck and pushed her robe from her shoulders. “So just relax and enjoy. Go with your instincts.” The robe pooled around her feet.
Instincts. Wasn’t that what the prince said?
Right now, Wyatt was her prince, and as he led her to the bed, she felt like a princess.
His hands were roaming her body as he lowered her down and pressed over her. Suddenly, her bra was gone, and then her panties looped over her ankles.
He quickly removed his clothes, his movements hurried but not frantic. Then he was over her again, his mouth covering her right nipple. She moaned softly and filled her hands with his hair. Her entire breast was heavy, and his hot wet mouth delicious stimulation.
He switched to her other nipple, cupping the heavier underside in his palm.
A tremble in her pussy went straight to her clit and then up her spine. She was safe in his hands. Everyone and everything else could fade away. For a few hours, only they existed.
Chapter Thirteen
It was as if all of Wyatt’s birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Belle’s soft, round tits were the stuff of fantasies. Perfect in every way. Warm. Smooth. Ultra-responsive big nipples. He’d never get enough of touching them, licking them, losing himself in them.
Right now, he had her right nipple between his teeth. A super-gentle bite that was making her gasp and pull at the roots of his hair. The flesh was taut and twisted, and when he released the hard point and sucked it deep into the pull of his tongue, she arched her back and moaned his name.
He hoped she had a hotline from her tits to her pussy and this was making her as wet as he was hard.
He kissed to her other nipple and treated it to the same bite and suck. A drip of pre-cum leaked from his slit, but he wasn’t worried. His stamina was intact. He was just having a great time with this amazing woman.