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I smile and tilt my head back to look at him. “I think I can live with that.”
And then his mouth is on mine, and all thoughts of Brody and Savannah fade away.
Wyatt guides me deeper into the barn until the rough wood of a stall wall presses against my back. Then he pins me there, his body a solid warmth against mine. We’re completely hidden from view here, cocooned in our own private world.
His lips trail from my mouth to my jaw and I tilt my head back to give him better access.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His voice is rough with desire. “ Last night was incredible. I’ve never had sex that good.”
I flush at his words and slide my hands up his back, feeling the play of his muscles under his shirt. “I never knew it could be like that. That I could feel like that.”
Wyatt silences me with a kiss, his lips claiming mine in a way that steals my breath.
His hands are everywhere, sliding under my shirt, skimming over my ribs, cupping my breasts. I arch into his touch, craving more, needing to be closer.
Desperate to feel his skin against mine, I tug at his shirt. He breaks the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head, and then he’s back with his bare chest pressing against me as he reclaims my mouth.
“Tell me to stop, baby.” Wyatt’s voice is strained as he rests his forehead against mine. “Tell me this is too much, too fast.”
But I don’t want him to stop. I want this—I want him—more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“No. Don’t stop,” I whisper, digging my nails into his shoulders. “Please, Wyatt. It feels so good.”
We’re both panting now, our breath mingling as we kiss with a hunger that borders on desperation. Wyatt hitches my leg up over his hip and presses himself against me in a way that makes us both groan.
“You want me to fuck you right here in the barn?” Wyatt grinds out. “Is that it?”
I know we should probably slow down, that we’re moving at a breakneck pace. But the rest of me—the part that’s drowning in sensation and emotion—doesn’t care.
I bite my lip and look up at him. “Yes. That’s it.”
In a flash, he spins me around to face the wall. He slides one hand up my dress and bunches the fabric at my waist while hooking the other into my panties and yanking them down. When his fingers graze over my slick folds, we both groan at the contact.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already,” he rasps, circling my clit with a calloused fingertip. I whimper and writhe against him, my head falling back onto his shoulder.
“I can’t help it,” I manage between panting breaths. “You turn me on so much.”
I hear the clink of his belt buckle and the rustle of fabric as he shoves his jeans down. Then I feel the thick head of his cock nudging at my entrance.
He pauses, his lips grazing the shell of my ear. “Tell me again, Melody. Tell me how much you want me.”
“I want you so much.” My voice trembles with need. “Please, Wyatt. Fuck me.”
With a fierce grunt, he surges forward and fills me in one powerful thrust. I cry out at the sudden stretching fullness, my fingers scrabbling against the rough wood for purchase.
But Wyatt doesn’t give me a chance to adjust. Instead, he sets a relentless pace that has me seeing spots. Each deep stroke hits that perfect spot inside me and sends waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
“That’s it, take my cock,” Wyatt growls against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Take it deep. You feel so fucking good, baby.”
His filthy words only heighten my arousal. I push back to meet his thrusts, our skin slapping together obscenely in the quiet of the barn.
“Harder,” I plead, too far gone to care how desperate I sound. “Fuck me harder, Wyatt. I can take it.”
He snarls and tangles his hand in my hair to yank my head back. “Goddamn, Melody. You drive me so fucking crazy. I can’t control myself around you.”
He snaps his hips against my ass with renewed force, driving into me so deep I swear I can feel him in my throat.
Wyatt slides his hand around my waist to seek out my clit. I nearly scream at the added stimulation.
