“I love you,” he said, part of him still scared that Mia would run at the sound of those three words.
“I love you, too.”
Wyatt turned off the water and grabbed a towel to dry Mia. He was meticulous, rubbing over every spot to make sure she was completely dry, slowly driving Mia mad with need.
“Wyatt…” his name broke from her lips on a quivering breath.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked in a low voice, pulling Mia against him and pressing his forehead to hers as he walked them to the bed.
“You can make love to me, for starters,” Mia said with a teasing smile, and Wyatt landed both palms on her ass cheeks, bringing her even closer.
“We’ll get there, Prickly Pear,” he said, his voice husky, his control wavering with every pear scented inhale. “But first you’re going to get a reminder of who you belong to.”
“Tu es un animal,” Mia moaned when Wyatt took a nipple into his mouth and sucked on it hard enough to sting.
With a smirk, Wyatt lightly pushed Mia onto the bed.
“Non,” he answered, following her down and glaring at her when she slid further up the bed and away from him with a sly smile, heat rushing through his veins. “Je suis une bête,tabête.”
Wyatt edged closer to Mia and she inched back. Then, without warning, he grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him, settling between her thighs and pinning her to the bed with his weight.
With one hand, Wyatt restrained Mia’s wrists over her head, leaning on his elbow and slowly sliding his free palm up her body until it settled around her throat.
“You aremine,” he said with a low growl, not caring how uninhibited he sounded.
Wyatt teased his shaft through Mia’s folds before notching himself at her opening, greeted by her familiar warmth and wetness, sealing his mouth over hers to swallow the deep moan when he slowly entered her.
The unfettered sensation caused him to break the kiss with a groan, his fingers releasing Mia’s wrists to free more of his arm for support. Mia’s hands flew straight to his hair, tethering herself to him as he relinquished his hold on her throat in favor of lifting her leg to sink even deeper.
“Mia.” It was a plea, a desperate and primal need to hear her voice, to know she was as deep in this moment as he was.
Mia tugged at his hair, forcing him to meet her witchy eyes.
“Mine,” she said, working her words through her moans. “You aremine.”
Wyatt captured Mia’s lips, driving into her harder and faster until Mia was screaming, her back arching off the mattress as it tightened around him and pulled him deeper and over the edge with a guttural cry.
“That was amazing,” Wyatt mumbled into Mia’s shoulder. “Being inside you like that was amazing.”
“I wish I wouldn’t have stopped you the first time,” Mia said in a sad voice, and Wyatt pushed himself up on his forearm to look at her face. “I wish I wouldn’t have said the word, I’m sorry.”
“No.” Wyatt shook his head and feathered a finger over Mia’s forehead. “What I did was inexcusable. I was scared of losing you and I hurt you, you’re not the one who should apologize, I am.”
“We both made a lot of mistakes.” Mia cradled his jaw, turning to her side to look at him when he rolled off her. “I don’t want to use them as an excuse to run anymore.”
“Good.” Wyatt felt as if the weight of the world was lifted from his shoulders. “What did your mother want that pushed you to close off like that?”
“My mother?” Mia seemed confused.
“You were talking to her almost daily when you started to pull away from me.”
“Oh, she was pressuring me into attending her annual birthday banquet, nothing new.” Mia looked away, and Wyatt’s heart started pounding in his chest. She was closing off again.
Forcing himself to calm down, Wyatt decided he wasn’t walking on eggshells anymore. If Mia was serious about making their relationship work, she’d tell him the truth.
“So, itwassomething that happened during the meeting with Professor Flinch,” Wyatt said, tipping her head up and searching her eyes.
With a sad sigh, Mia nodded. “Hebert told me he was the one to offer you the position in the hub.”