Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)
“Come here.” Cassie beckoned him forward with a finger and was rewarded with a grin. He put one knee on the bed and bent his head to her chest. His mouth found her breast, and Cassie moaned as he flicked his clever tongue against it.
His chest pressed against her stomach, his mouth on a nipple, and his skin radiated heat better than the tropical sun. Cassie's head lolled back as her eyes rolled up.
Wyatt's erection throbbed against her thigh, a physical indication of his desire for her. Her entire body ached to feel him inside of her. Needed to feel him inside of her. It was more than just a simple wish; it was every fiber of her being screaming to join with him.
She had a feeling she would never feel complete if they didn't finish here in this bed.
She reached down, cupping his jaw with her hand and having him look up at her. The green of his eyes was intense, matching the need she knew must shine in her eyes as well.
“Please?” she whispered. He moved, dipping his head and kissing her as he positioned his body over hers. He smelled so good, looked even better, and felt like heaven.
She held her breath as he completed her, and then gasped in amazement at the pure pleasure of feeling him with her.
He groaned, burying himself deep inside of her. She writhed, trying to take ever more of him into her. If this much felt good, she wanted more. His hips worked a languid loop, taking his time as he explored and filled her.
Nothing in her life had ever felt this good. This right. She gasped and moaned, her mouth searching for his skin as he filled her with pleasure over and over again.
Her breaths came short and fast as he found a rhythm that suited them both. She looked up at him, eyes wide as she took in the most beautiful sight of her life. His arms were flexed, and his chest was broad and strong. A strand of blond hair fell across his forehead, but his green eyes stayed fixed on her.
Frantic need began to stir. Her body needed his in a primal, almost spiritual way. This was good, but she needed more. She needed all of him.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper into her. The low, masculine groan as he filled her to the hilt drove her wild. His hips sped up, driven by increasing need. He felt it too — the urge for more.
He looked down at her, his eyes wide with pleasure. “Cassie.”
Hearing her name like that undid her. She shattered beneath him and with her shattering, brought him to breaking with her. His breath came hard and fast and then suddenly stilled. His body tightened as hers squeezed around him.
She'd never had this before. This kind of sex was something that she'd only seen on late-night TV or read in books. It didn't happen in real life. There was always something in real life to distract her. The bunching of the sheets, an itch on her ear, the sound of a siren outside.
Only this time, this was perfect. Wyatt was perfect. There were no distractions or things to take away from focusing only on the perfection of his body joining with hers. He filled her so completely that she could think of nothing else.
He tucked his head into her shoulder, his breath coming in panting gasps. Her own breathing was short and fast, her arms and legs locked around him, keeping him with her. His weight was comforting and warm. The pounding of his heart matched her own. She didn't want to move from this spot.
Slowly, their breathing came back down. He kissed her shoulder, his mouth sweet against her skin. She hated when he shifted off of her, freeing her from his body. Yet, he wrapped his arm around her, snuggling her into him and she found that it was almost as good.
“Worth the wait?” she asked him, looking up at his face.
He grinned. “If I had known, I never would have given you a drink that first night. We would have just come straight up here. There would have been only one small problem.”
“What problem?” Cassie asked, frowning slightly.
Wyatt grinned. “We never would have left this room.”
Cassie giggled and kissed him. “Who says we need to leave?”
It was Wyatt's turn to grin. “Then I guess I'll just have to stay here in heaven with you forever.”
And although this was supposed to be just a vacation fling, that sounded like an excellent plan to Cassie.
Chapter Twelve
Wyatt
Wyatt woke with the morning sun like he usually did. The early morning light flickered through the windows and stopped his dreams. Just like every morning, he wished he'd closed the curtains better. He sat up and glared at the offending light.
Except, he wasn't in his bungalow. He wasn't home. He was in bed with Cassie.
He blinked twice, looking around the room and remembering where he was. He'd slept so well he'd assumed he was home. The sleep had been deep and restful. Even though it was just after dawn, he felt ready to take on the day.