Cuff Me

The wine we drank added an underlying fruity flavor that only enhanced his deliciousness.

There had been many times when Wyatt and I would spend hours just making out, sipping

from each other’s lips like we had all the time in the world.

But we hadn’t had all the time in the world. Our time had ended suddenly and those lips had caused me endless pain with their words.

I should have pushed him away and walked out of here to save myself the heartache sure to come.

I had given myself a little pep talk before I came over to Wyatt’s apartment. No matter what, I would resist his appeal this time. I came over here to study and that was it. Then he became that guy that only I had the opportunity to see before. Not the one who flirted so automatically, but the one who was warm and open to me. Only me.

I missed that guy.

I missed him and the moments we shared. Loving moments like sharing light banter over a tasty meal. It was hard not to pretend that the last five years hadn’t happened and just be with him like we used to be.

But I knew better.

The little moment we shared was a fantasy because the last five eyes had indeed happened and they had taken their toll on me.

With the feel of his lips on mine, all the logic I held onto so dearly fell on the wayside and my body took over.

My lips parted under his and my core flooded its self in preparation to receive his.

It knew the pleasure he could provide and it needed to feel it again. Right this instant.

It had been too long, too many nights with a sick kid, or studying for the MCATs. I craved the intimate contact and my back arched, thrusting me into his hold.

His tongue took advantage of my surrender and pushed passed my lips to touch mine. I moaned and allowed my tongue to dance with his. We kissed like had never stopped kissing, the hot familiarity making us move into an easy rhythm.

My hands clutched at him and his swept over me, shaping, molding and squeezing my curves. He was making deep, pleased sounds in the back of his throat and any consciousness I would have felt in the way my body had changed over the years became irrelevant. In his hold, I was the most beautiful creature on earth.

My fingers tangled in the short strands of his hair, luxuriating in the soft feel of them until I was forced to let go because he was jerking my shirt up and over my head.

The connection of our lips was broken for no more than two seconds before they were locked up again. Expert fingers broke the clasp of my bra then it was sliding down my hands and falling to the floor.

We were moving so fast, Wyatt guiding the way. The feel of a wall at my back stopped the movement. Wyatt pressed against my front, his hardness trapping me there.

Through his pants, his cock was hot and insistent against my stomach. Pushing up with my toes, I tilted my hips and pushed back against him.

I pulled at his shirt, needing the feel of his naked skin on mine but he captured my hands and shackled them above my head. He pulled his mouth free and trailed kisses down my jawline, neck and chest before capturing the tip of one breast between his lips.

I cried out, the sound loud in the otherwise still room.

I pulled at the human restraint and he let me go to cup my free breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.

It felt so good. So necessary. Like a relief I didn’t know I needed.

My fingers reached under his shirt and pushed it up. He let go of me to pull it over his own head. He tossed the fabric away carelessly.

He suddenly spun me around. My front was pressed up against the hard wall and his body molded to my back.

His hands gathered the fabric of my skirt and pulled it up so that it bunched around my waist.

A sharp tug of his hand and my panties were gone.

“I can’t fucking wait,” he growled against my ear.

“Ohhh,” I cried at the delicious violence of the move. At the utter need in his voice.