Mia snorted, quickly covering her mouth with her hand when people turned to look at her curiously.
“I’m serious, that kid is a whole different level of smart,” Wyatt said with an amused smile, twirling Mia and pulling her back to his chest. “What about you?”
“Only child.”
“Makes sense.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Mia’s brow creased and Wyatt broke into a wide grin. “T’es rien qu’un petit connard.”
He pulled her even closer, grin spreading wider. “God, it turns me on when you hate on me in French.”
“You like it when I call you an asshole?” Heat rose through Mia’s entire body at the knowledge of what was coming next. “I have a few more choice words since it seems to turn you on so much.”
Wyatt’s russet eyes darkened, his palm sliding low down her back, coming to rest at the edge of appropriate.
“I liked asshole.” His voice dropped to that low rumble that never failed to set Mia’s insides on fire. “It reminds me that it’s been a while since I had my cock deep in that tight ass of yours.”
“Yes, over a week, how tragic.” Mia rolled her eyes, making a show of trying to disentangle from Wyatt’s embrace just to get a rise out of him.
Wyatt easily kept her firmly in his arms, eyes gleaming with a dangerous fire and lips quirking in a half-smirk.
“Now you’re just being cheeky,” he said. “Are you in the mood for some punishment tonight, Prickly Pear?”
Mia was in the mood forself-punishment. After all, she’d broken her cardinal rule and asked Wyatt about his personal life. The crumbs of information had only proved to stoke her appetite but her plans to get Wyatt out of the way so she could finally claim her spot in the hub hadn’t changed.
Mia needed to remember the plan and force herself back on course.
Two sides of the Same Coin
Wyatt
Wyatt wason his knees on the bedroom floor, face buried between Mia’s reddened ass cheeks and fingers curling in her pussy, coaxing her closer and closer to the edge despite her attempts to fight the pleasure. Wyatt loved the way Mia resisted the beautiful desire between them and how it cascaded over her when her body finally yielded to him.
Kissing up Mia’s back, Wyatt breathed her in. His heart was beating frantically, breath coming in short pants. He was burning for her, aching for the fleeting moments of intimacy she granted him when he was inside of her.
Wyatt banded his arm under Mia’s breasts and pulled her onto her knees, back flush against his chest, and entered her wet heat from behind. She wove her fingers through his that were splayed over her ribs, pressing his palm firmer against her flushed skin. Her other hand slid into his hair, holding tight.
Wyatt groaned into Mia’s skin. The feeling of her desperate clutch, as if she was attempting to mold them together, the way her body tightened around him every time he pulled back, desperate to keep him deep inside, flooded him with emotions of both the tender and the primal kind.
“Mia,” he breathed out her name like it was his last hold on sanity, his hand not claimed by hers skimming down her hip and pelvic bone, between her legs. With a few strokes of his fingers, Mia unraveled, pulling him over with her.
They stayed like that for a few seconds, wrapped up in each other in a sated stillness save for their ragged breaths. Mia’s hand slid out of Wyatt’s hair, her fingers releasing his. It was almost painful, the sense of separation. Wyatt hurried to the bathroom under the pretense of washing up, needing the distance to gain control of the emotions raging through him, afraid they were written all over his face.
When he returned to the bedroom, Mia was waiting splayed over the covers, her witchy eyes beckoning him to her. Wyatt lay next to Mia and pulled her over his chest, amazed at how delicate she looked nestled there.
“Tu es une telle bête,” Mia fondly whispered her usual insult against his skin, her fingers feathering over his chest and abs while his traced lightly up and down her arm.
“Je suis, ma Figue de Barbarie,” Wyatt agreed, nuzzling her hair and planting a soft kiss on her crown, breathing in her soft pear scent that never failed to calm him.
“Do you miss them?” Mia asked.
“Who?”
“Your family.”
“Uh, yeah, I guess so.” Wyatt didn’t know what to make of Mia’s sudden interest in his family. It was her own rules she was breaking, but Wyatt wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to encourage Mia showing active interest in his life, so he put a pin in his inquisitive thoughts. “I miss them a lot.”
“Who do you miss the most?”