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Did he just…? Peaches is what he normally calls me but maybe it’s a name he gives to every female around him. So, he doesn’t have to learn names.
I push at him but get nowhere, “Wyatt, wake up, you ass. I’m not one of your LA lays. Let me go!”
It comes out a lot more waspish than I want it to. Maybe Robert is right, maybe I am cold and icy. I hit him on the shoulder and fight not to put my hands around his throat and squeeze.
“Wake up! I’m not…”
“Baby, I’ve been up since your sweet scent hit me right in the face.”
Okay…so he’s not asleep dreaming about another woman he also calls Peaches. I try to wiggle out from under him, but he holds me tight…and effortlessly.
“There’s no denying the scent of that innocent as fuck little pussy you got between your pretty legs, baby.”
Shocked, I am utterly shocked. I go stone still and gape like a fish for a full minute before I gather the wherewithal to speak again. “Okay. You clearly aren’t awake because then I would have to kill you for talking about me that way.”
He pulls away from me so he can look me in the eye showing me he’s very much awake. And very aware of who he’s got under him.
“Yeah, but what a way to go!”
Chapter Nine
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Wyatt
My mouth crashes down on hers as I hold her body tight. I expect her to resist at first, but she surprises me by sinking her fingers into my bare shoulders and kissing me back. I can tell how untouched she is, how innocent. I could tell the first time I kissed her in the car.
It’s in the tentative way her tongue comes up to touch mine, the way she softly explores, not just my mouth but her abilities to kiss, to turn me on. It’s addictive as fuck, going straight to my head…and my cock. But Callie isn't someone to fuck around with. Not someone you can play games with and walk away from. Not when you’re a man like me.
I’ve already made up my mind long before now. I’m keeping her. I’m keeping Callie for my very own. So, when I offer her kisses, they aren’t to further some plot or game I’m playing. It’s because she is going to be the last person I ever kiss for the rest of my life. The notion should scare the hell out of me but instead, it just enflames the passion I have for her higher.
When she moves those soft thighs up around my hips and truly gets lost in the kiss with me, I have to fight with myself -the true me who is used to taking what I want and fucking keeping it always. I have to try to tell myself we have time. There is no rush. She’s close to me now, close enough I can keep her fucking safe and protect her like the fucking jewel she is.
I roll us again so she’s on top and sit both of us up, so she is fully in my lap as I sink my fingers into her hair entwining them through the silky strands. She’s so tiny, so much smaller than I am, that even sitting on my lap she’s shorter than I am. But tall enough that our mouths are much more in alignment.
With my other arm, I hold her close to me, our bodies rocking a little every now and then. It’s enough to have Callie pulling her mouth away from mine with a question in her eyes. She experimentally slides her body up and down mine before asking. “Is that your…?”
“Oh yeah.” I could lie to her and pretend nothing is happening but that would fall under the game thing that I won't do with Callie. I could try to soften the shock but she’s not a stupid woman. She realizes I’m a big man and now she can tell I’m big all over. “That’s me, baby.”
“H…how…,” she does her experimental slide again, “how can it be that big? Is it that big all the time?”
She has no idea what she’s just told me. Just confirmed for me. Now I have no doubt. It makes the appendage she is asking about grow even bigger. Her eyes widen telling me she felt it without her having to say a word. Her mouth falls open in a cute-as-fuck expression of surprise.
“Oh, I…I think it got even bigger.”
“I’ll explain how it works later. Right now, I need that mouth.” I take her mouth with my own again. This time it doesn’t take any coaxing from me to have her respond to me. She puts all of her attention, all of her care, into the kiss -like always, giving her all. Callie does nothing half-heartedly. I love that about her.
I help her this time so when she slides her little body against mine, I’m there working her hips, showing her how to get what she wants out of me. She gasps into my mouth at what I can only assume, and hope is the pleasure I am teaching her. I keep my hands purposefully lax on her hips so I don’t scare her or make her think I am pushing her for more.
But even I am only so strong. “Sweetheart, we…we’re going to have to stop soon.”
“Why?”
I look at her half-closed eyes and sexy full mouth. Her lips are slightly swollen from my kisses, and my resolve melts under her warmth like ice in the sun. “Because we just do, Peaches.”
“Why do you call me Peaches?”
“Because when I saw you in that first dress you looked like a juicy, sexy peach and I can tell you’re going to be soft like a peach and sweet all over. And I can’t wait to get my tongue on your soft little…”
