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Later that night, I’m lying in bed wide awake, the events of the last twenty-four hours replaying in my head.
If you’d have told me two days ago that I’d fall for a runaway bride who stole my truck, I’d have said you were crazy. But here I am, unable to get the taste of Melody’s sweet lips out of my mind.
Spending the day with her today only confirmed what I already knew deep down.Melody is special.
I know I should be cautious. But damn if every instinct in my body isn’t telling me to protect her, shelter her, give her a safe place to land.
When I pulled her into my arms out on that trail and our lips finally met, it was like coming home and jumping off a cliff all at once. Exhilarating and terrifying and so damn right. I could have kissed her forever, losing myself in the sweet scent of her skin.
But I made myself pull back and go slow. It’s clear she’s been through hell with her ex. And the last thing I want is to scare her off or pressure her.
No, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. I’m going to be the man she needs, the safe harbor in the storm. I’m going to show her that she can trust me.
For a second, I allow myself a moment of weakness. My hand drifts lower, wrapping around my aching cock.
As I stroke myself slowly, I imagine it’s her hand, her touch and picture her lying in the bed just on the other side of the wall in nothing but my old flannel shirt that she keeps wearing.
Is she thinking about me too? Is she touching herself, biting her lip to keep from crying out my name?The thought sends a jolt of pure lust through me. I grip myself tighter and rock my hips into my fist.
But it’s not enough.
Fuck this. I need her. I need to feel her skin against mine, need to be inside her. I’m done with fantasies. I want the real thing.
Before I can second-guess myself, I’m out of bed and at the door. As quietly as I can, I pad across the hall to her room. My heart pounding in my ears, I raise my fist and knock gently.
A moment later, the door opens.
Melody stands there, her hair tousled, her legs bare beneath the hem of my T-shirt. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and bites her lower lip. “Wyatt? Is everything okay?”
“No, baby.” A groan comes from deep in my chest. “Everything’s not okay.”
Melody’s breath catches, and I see her pupils dilate. Without saying a word, she takes a step back and lets me into her room. I reach back to close the door softly behind me.
Then I’m on her.
My lips claim hers in a searing kiss, my hands sliding into her hair. I pour every ounce of my pent-up desire into that kiss, every bit of the longing that’s been building since the moment I first saw her.
My tongue slips into her mouth and Melody meets me stroke for stroke, her soft whimpers spurring me on. Then her fingers tangle in my hair as she presses herself closer.
A small voice in the back of my mind reminds me that this is probably wrong. I'm too old for her. She's leaving soon. But as Melody arches into me, I can't bring myself to care.
Having her in my arms feels more right than anything ever has.
I can’t keep my hands off her as I walk her backwards toward the bed. They roam over her lush curves, marveling at the softness of her skin. She’s so responsive she arches into my touch as little gasps and moans escape her lips between kisses.
Melody wraps her legs around my waist and I slide my hand down to cup her ass.
“Good girl.” I pull her tighter against me. “Grind that pretty pussy on my dick.”
She whimpers at my words as I lay her down gently on the bed. I skim my fingers up her smooth thigh. “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I tell you what a good girl you are?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I’ve been a good girl, Wyatt.”
Just as I crawl onto the bed to cover her body with mine, my elbow lands in a small damp spot on the quilt. The tangy scent of her arousal fills my nose and I nearly black out from lust as I realize what it is.
"Looks like you made a mess in your bed, baby," I growl. "Have you been in here playing with this pretty pussy thinking about me?"
Melody bites her lip and peeks up at me from under her lashes. "Maybe."
