“Remind me again, what’s so special about your bed?” she asked when he turned towards the closed door at the other side of the living room.
“It’s what Idoon my bed that’s special,” he answered from over his shoulder, the hard muscles of his back and ass flexing temptingly as he led the way.
He truly was a vision of male perfection, his tapered form well-defined though not overly pumped, with broad shoulders and strong arms, narrowing slightly at the hips, his smooth skin tanned to the color of demerara sugar.
“Enlighten me.” Instead of answering, Wyatt turned around and swept Mia into a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, her knees turning weak at how it swiped and twisted.
“Did you like that, Mia?” he whispered, and she responded by grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him in for more toe-curling tongue action. “Now imagine my tongue doing that to your pussy.”
“Mon Dieu,” she moaned with a shaky breath.
“I love eating pussy, Mia, but I don’t just go and do it with any girl,” his rumbly voice was low in her ear as his thick finger glided between her still sensitive lower lips. “Only the ones that end up in my bed, and that hasn’t happened in a long time.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes,” he answered in his deep voice full of sinful promise. “And I’mstarving.”
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Goosebumps dottedMia’s skin when Wyatt whispered in her ear. She was soft, inviting, so goddamn tempting with her purple witch eyes full of challenge as they gazed up at him.
Wyatt was wound so tight it was almost painful. It took all he had not to blow when Mia’s body gripped him, and it took all he had now not to take her against the wall and relieve the strain in his cock.
“I already got what I came for, la bête.” Her fingernails scraped over his chest. “Think you can outdo yourself?”
Mia’s abrasiveness was stoking the blistering fire in Wyatt’s body. She wasn’t trying to hide how he affected her, she couldn’t. The air around them was inundated with the maddening scent of her arousal, but she was making it clear that every sweet moan would be hard earned, and Wyatt wasn’t about to cave into her provocations.
“I know I can.” He opened the door and gestured for her to enter, waiting until she was at his king-sized bed before moving. It was an opportunity to look her over from afar.
Mia was average in height, around five-feet-five, her willowy form with delicate curves and long legs was breathtaking. She was truly a beautiful woman, and Wyatt couldn’t help but think how fragile she felt when he had held her against his body, how well her delicacy fit there, how good it felt to have her bare skin against his.
He had invited her over tonight with hopes it would get the tension out of their systems, maybe even pave a path to a more habitable work environment. He held no illusions what tomorrow would bring, though, so he decided to concentrate on enjoying the now, finding relief from whatever this insanity was between him and Mia.
Mia turned to look at him, arching an eyebrow. “Are you joining me anytime soon?”
The geometric owl tattoo on her left flank was staring right at him with sharp purple eyes that mirrored its owner’s piercing gaze. Anticipation tickled at his spine.
“A word of caution,” he warned as he closed the distance between them, lifting her by the waist and throwing her on the bed, enjoying the surprised gasp and the flame flickering in her eyes. “I’m not stopping until I get my fill, even if you beg.”
“I can’t imagine a scenario where you make me beg.” Her indigo eyes delivered an exaggerated roll as Wyatt climbed onto the bed and covered her body with his.
“Now who’s full of themselves?” Wyatt rubbed the scruff he made a point of not shaving tonight against her cheek, down the column of her neck, and between the valley of her breasts. He took a deep breath, smelling the delicate aroma of her pear scented body lotion mixed with his forest shower gel, all clouded by the intoxicating scent of sex.
The tip of his tongue dragged down the middle of Mia’s abdomen, her back arching off the bed with a purr when he tongued her navel.
“Are you sure you won’t beg?”
“Connard,” she swore at him in French before sighing when he blew a gentle gust of air against her pussy. “Barbare.”
Wyatt was quickly losing his grip on reality. Mia’s hateful words were like an aphrodisiac, turning him inside out. He held her thighs apart and hooked her knees over his shoulders, grazing his teeth over her pelvic bone, then the tender skin of her inner thighs, slowly making his way towards the apex.
His pulse was thudding in his ears by the time his mouth reached her glistening pussy, the need to taste Mia overwhelming. Wetting his lips, Wyatt captured her clit between them, applying light suction and starting to bat the hard nub with his tongue.
“C’est trop bon.” Mia ankles hooked over his back, fingers tangling in his hair.
Wyatt was teasing her, driving her high, knowing the crash would be that much harder and sweeter. Wyatt wanted Mia to scream in ecstasy, he wanted to make her fly.