Escape With Me (Love With Me 1)

“So I didn't have to wait?” he teased, putting his palm to her neck. He stroked her jawline with his thumb, marveling at her beauty.

She chuckled. “Good things come to those who wait,” she replied. “And I seem to recall you're the one always turning me down.”

She leaned back and began undressing. It was a good thing that his underwear was made with elastic because anything else would have torn at the seams as he watched her.

She slid out of her silk blouse, tossing the shirt to the floor. She shimmied out of her very work appropriate skirt, but the motion showed off her curves to the point where Wyatt was panting. Her body was curves and softness. Her bra was simple, as were her panties, but they held the same simple elegance that made everything she wore look good.

When she reached behind her and undid her bra, Wyatt nearly lost himself.

She grinned, noting the effect she was having on him. She kicked her skirt out of her way and kissed him, pressing her naked breasts against his chest.

“Cassie...” He loved the way her name felt in his mouth. He loved the way her eyes sparkled when he called to her.

His hand went to her side, feeling the swell of her breast pressed against him. She had such lovely breasts. Firm and smooth, small but sensual. They were perfect in his eyes.

“I need you,” she whispered, her lips barely breaking the kiss to speak. “Please don't make me wait any more.”

He grabbed her hand, leading her to the bedroom. The grand tour of the apartment could wait. Right now, a primal, urgent need filled him. It stole his thoughts and made his body hard. He didn't just want her. He needed her like a man dying of thirst required water.

He couldn't survive without her.

The bedroom shades were drawn, so the room was a comfortable shade of darkness. Light filtered in through cracks in the curtains, giving him just enough light to find the nightstand with the condoms. His hands shook with need.

“Let me,” she whispered, coming up beside him.

She took the foil packet from his hands and dropped to her knees. The sight of her looking up at him from that position was quite possibly the hottest thing he'd ever seen. She tugged on his underwear, freeing him from its confines.

He loved the little whimper she let out when she saw him. He loved the way she unconsciously licked her lips as she wrapped the condom around him. Her touch was light and soft, but it sent spirals of heat and pleasure up his spine.

She stood up slowly, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was so warm against his skin as she pressed her body into him, kissing him with her delicious mouth.

He grabbed her thigh, raising it up and hooking her leg over his forearm. Her arms tightened around his shoulders as she looked into his eyes and nodded.

With his free hand, he guided himself into her and found heaven.

Her smile faded into a moan of pleasure as he filled her. She tightened around him, her body calling for more as she whimpered her pleasure.

Wyatt thrust deep, filling her. The motion satisfied and yet made him hunger for more. It felt so good, yet it wasn't enough. He needed more of her. He needed to fill her.

The motions were primal and raw, yet gentle and sensual. Every thrust urged for another, and her little moans of delight spurred him on. He loved the way her body responded to his, wrapping and tightening around him. She was so warm and wet, sweet and sexy.

He needed more. He dropped her leg, and she whimpered like she'd lost something precious. But, then she saw the bed behind him and grinned, giving a gentle push to his shoulder. He lay down, and she was on him in a second, legs straddling his hips and poised with heaven over him yet again.

His hands tightened on her hips as she slowly lowered herself onto him. A fresh wave of unbearable pleasure rolled through him. Wyatt's head fell back, and he groaned. He let her lead for a moment, watching her undulate and dance on his length. She rose and fell, her mouth and face twisted in the exquisite pleasure she found riding him.

Wyatt could no longer control himself. His hips began to thrust upward as she came down. Every motion was powerful and primal as he lost control. He needed her. He was lost to the pleasure that she gave him. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced with a woman.

“Wyatt...” She moaned his name like a prayer of need.

His entire body vibrated with desire. There was no stopping him now. She turn

ed him on and sent his body to the edge without even trying.

She looked down at him, her brown eyes shining in the dark. The sensations weren't heaven. She was. Cassie was heaven. She was worth coming here for. She was worth leaving his life and coming back to the world he hated.

Because with her here, it really was heaven.

Her palms splayed on the smooth skin of his chest, her eyes fluttering as she too found the apex of pleasure. Other than her name, his mind went gloriously blank. Other than the essence of Cassie, he didn't exist. Her body tightened and clenched around his as she lost her soul to him the way he'd lost his to her.