Page 29 of About Last Night

It was my turn to wear a hungry expression, because watching Wyatt suck on my fingers and lick them was insanely erotic in a way I never thought it would be.

Once he got them good and wet, he placed my fingers directly on my clit, and then put his hands back on his thighs, gripping them tight as he watched me like he was right on the cliff’s edge from pouncing on me and taking over.

I swirled my clit with my now wet fingers, getting more turned on with every second that I had Wyatt’s attention on my every move. My pussy was clenching on nothing, the pleasure building and building and building. My chest heaved as my breath started to come out in heavy pants, my eyelids lowered as it became harder and harder to keep them open once the pleasure grew to a crescendo.

“Wyatt,” I moaned. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby. Let me see you.”

I rubbed faster, maintaining the same pressure but increasing the pace until I couldn’t keep my eyes open anymore and stars burst across my vision. I cried out, my legs shaking as my orgasm rolled through me like a lazy, yet powerful wave.

I dropped my head back to the blanket, my body spent and my chest heaving. God, that was a heady experience.

A wet tongue slid through my folds, and I lifted my head to find Wyatt’s face between my legs, his tongue licking up my wet slit to my still sensitive clit. My body shook as each lick elicited a new tremor.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he groaned. “I never want to stop touching you, tasting you, making you mine.”

“Don’t stop,” I choked out, pleasure already building again.

I didn’t want him to ever stop.

Because it didn’t matter if it was too soon—I couldn’t deny that I was falling for this man so hard. And as he brought me to another earth-shattering orgasm, I thought of all the ways he made me feel and then a revelation hit me harder than the concern that I was falling in love with him.

“Did you really win that hand earlier?”

He laughed hard before kissing me gently, winking at me, and then pulling me up into his arms and carrying me up to the loft.

DON’T PLAN TOO FAR INTO THE FUTURE

Wyatt

Her bare skin was so smooth under my rough fingertips as I traced lines across her back and the arm that was draped over my waist. I’d never been a fan of snuggling when I slept, but with Brynn the idea of not touching her was painful.

We’d had sex well into the early morning and I didn’t want to wake her, but I also couldn’t sleep any longer either. My time as a Seal had beat that ability out of me. I could function decently on three hours of sleep, although normally I aimed for four or five. I glanced at the clock that was on the nightstand and figured I’d gotten about three and a half before my body decided that was enough and woke me up. So now I was just staring at the woman who’d ensnared me completely.

She was so much more than I’d thought she’d be. Before we’d come to the cabin, I’d been attracted to how her mind worked from a business standpoint and the way she treated those around her. Now that I’d spent so much uninterrupted time with her hidden away in our own private cabin in the woods, I was learning new things about her that had skyrocketed that attraction into something so much more.

She loved to read, although I hadn’t given her much time to do so because I couldn’t stop touching her, which inevitably led to us having sex. She also tended to stare out the window and hum quietly to herself. I hadn’t quite figured out if it was something she did to soothe herself or if she was coming up with songs. Knowing what I knew now, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a combo—making music soothed her soul, even if it also added a shitload of chaos to her life. She’d told me her fans were the reason she still wrote songs and sang at all, but I wasn’t sure she even realized how much she lit up when she was writing down lyrics in the notebook she kept with her or when her humming turned into a tune she liked and her smile lifted her face.

I’d teased my brother for falling in love with Sadie in such a short amount of time, but I understood how it had happened now. I could no longer deny that what I was feeling for Brynn had far exceeded anything I’d ever felt before. I was risking it all to be with her, and it was a risk I would happily take over and over again without question.

She stirred and nuzzled into my chest. “What time is it?”

“Early. Go back to sleep,” I murmured.

She kissed my chest before adjusting so she was resting her head on my shoulder and able to look at me. “Couldn’t sleep?”

I shook my head. “Old military habits die hard.”

She slid her hand over my chest, the touch both soothing something inside me I hadn’t realized was unsettled and turning me on like no one else ever had.

“What made you join the military?”

I stared up at the ceiling thinking about how I’d been at eighteen. “My parents raised us boys to be fiercely independent, not necessarily on purpose. But as much as I was good at school, I didn’t enjoy it, so college didn’t look that appealing. I wasn’t really sure what field I wanted to go into, but I loved doing physical work. A high school buddy was joining the army, so I looked into it and decided I wanted to join the navy because I preferred being close to the water.”

“Why don’t you think your parents meant for you to be so independent?”

I let out a deep sigh as I tried to find the words to explain my family. “My parents are good people. They loved my brother and me, but they were always so busy with their own things that we often got left to handle everything at home by ourselves. My dad was a salesman so he was gone a lot, and our mom ran her own business that was fairly successful, but not successful enough that she could have a lot of employees, which meant she worked a lot. Most of the time it was just me and my brother, and we learned pretty quickly how to take care of ourselves. We’re no worse for wear because of our upbringing. We still talk to our folks. We just don’t have that close of a relationship with them. My brother’s always been the person I went to whenever I needed advice or anything.”