“Here,” Olivia said, tossing Wyatt her car keys. “Just don’t have sex in my car, okay?”
“Scouts honor.” Wyatt lifted his right hand in a scout’s salute.
“You weren’t a boy scout,” Olivia said in a dry tone, taking a step in his direction and pointing a finger at him. “I will know if you have sex in my car, Jenkins, and Iwillhurt you.”
“Jeez, Liv, way to make an impression on the new girl.” Kylie indicated Mia, who seemed giddy at the exchange. “Be here tomorrow for breakfast, kay?”
“We’ll try.” Wyatt pulled Mia closer, and Kylie made a gagging sound from somewhere behind him. “Now, let’s go find a hotel, Prickly Pear.”
All I Need
Wyatt
Wyatt was hangingby a thread throughout the drive to the hotel. The car was rapidly filling with tension, but not of the awkward kind. Rather, the small space between them was vibrating with delicious anticipation.
Mia sat next to him, hands folded in her lap as she sat in silence, which Wyatt was thankful for since the sound of her voice would have probably pushed him over the edge, and he had no doubt Liv would make true on her threat.
Wyatt counted three motels leaving West Roxbury, and he saw Mia glance out the window when they passed them, though she didn’t ask why he wasn’t stopping.
They drove for almost forty minutes, but Wyatt knew it would be worth it. As much as he wanted to get Mia somewhere private, he also wanted a more upscale hotel, one that had room service and wouldn’t require them to leave the room. The game of denial that amped up their desire was an added bonus.
“The Four Seasons, how fancy,” Mia said when he pulled up next to the hotel.
Wyatt looked at her, not even cracking a smile at her sarcasm. “Out.”
Mia’s eyes blazed to life at the single word, and she quickly climbed out of the car, followed by Wyatt, who rushed to the front desk to secure a room.
It wasn’t until they were upstairs that he’d realized his mistake.
“Shit.” He looked around the room as if it’d offer some magic solution and ran his fingers through his hair with a groan.
“What?” Mia asked, her gaze following his.
“I don’t have any condoms on me.” Wyatt ruffled his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I’ll go get some.”
“We don’t need condoms,” Mia said, coming to stand in front of him and stroking a palm over his neck. “All I need is you, mon Bête.”
An overwhelm of emotions flooded Wyatt, his chest expanding as he pulled Mia close. She felt fragile in his arms, but Wyatt had no intention of letting her break.
“Let’s get you into the shower, ma Figue de Barbarie.” Mia raised an eyebrow, seeming ready to argue. “You’ve had a long day, let me take care of you.”
He was expecting some sort of pushback, but instead, Mia’s lips formed a cautious smile and she took Wyatt’s hand, letting him lead her to the bathroom.
There was something almost ritualistic about slowly undressing Mia and watching her step under the stream of water.
Mia’s head lolled back with a soft moan when Wyatt massaged her scalp with shampoo, his palms caressed her body, stroking every inch, whispering the wordmineinto Mia’s ear as her breaths became shorts pants.
Wyatt’s touch turned urgent as he continued to worship Mia’s body, his lips joining his hands to greedily taste her skin, trailing down her back until he was on his knees, spreading her legs wide.
When Wyatt finally put his mouth on her, Mia threw her head back with a cry. He had no intention of drawing out the torture and, holding Mia steady by her thighs, Wyatt licked into her with a crazed sort of desperation to feel her come undone on his tongue. He didn’t stop until her knees were quivering and her forehead rested on the tiles.
He sprinkled soft kisses up Mia’s back, nuzzling her neck and breathing her in.
“I missed you.”
Mia reached back to thread her fingers through his hair. “I missed you, too.”
Wyatt lifted his head, their eyes locking, and stroked Mia’s cheek with his thumb.