Page 62 of Her Loving Hero

Her heart felt like it might beat out of her chest.

Wyatt stilled like a bird of prey, waiting for something to cross its path. As if watching her for some kind of sign.

What more could she say?

Ah, she could do something.

Emily smiled.

Leaning so close so that their lips were a hairsbreadth apart felt right. The only trembling she was doing was because she was turned on. She could taste the mint of his breath. “Open,” she commanded.

Wyatt parted his lips ever so slightly. It was enough.

She tilted her head and she kissed him.

He let her lead, and she gloried in her power, licking his soft firm lower lip, then sinking her tongue into his mouth and stroking it against his. She jolted at the arc of electricity that zinged through her at their joining, but he caught her. Somehow, she was off the bed and cradled in his lap, her arms curled around his neck, but despite that, Wyatt was still allowing her to lead.

She hesitated. He tasted so good, but she needed more. She needed the kiss to go deeper, could she do this? All worry went out the window as a wave of desire took over and she captured Wyatt’s tongue and suckled him into the cavern of her mouth. Then he was kissing, demanding, thrusting and giving her exactly what she craved.

Emily clenched him closer, a roar of need taking over her body. Up and down her back, she felt his firm strokes, then his hands chose a different path. Those same two hands that she loved and trusted, again started from her waist, but instead of going along her spine, they went up the sides of her body. It was even more sensuous to feel his hands coming so close to the sides of her breasts, as he ended up resting on the tops of her shoulders, then sweeping downwards again. She strained closer to him, trying to get some relief for the aching tips of her breasts.

He broke the kiss just long enough to say, “Emily, you’re killing me.” Then Wyatt started his caresses up and down the sides of her body, again and again. She wiggled again, then froze. She couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe.

Wyatt repositioned them in a heartbeat, so that she was sitting beside him, not on his lap.

“It stops now. Nothings going to happen that you don’t want to, okay?”

She nodded, staring forward at the low drawer on the dresser.

“Are you hearing me Love? Nothing happens, we can sit just like this all night, you’re safe.”

She looked over to the side where the evidence of his arousal was unmistakable. Intellectually she’d known what they were working their way up to. She just didn’t realize high up it went. He certainly was up for the job.

She let out a shattered laugh.

“Em?” he queried softly. “Why are you laughing.”

“Up for-” Her voice stuttered. She started again. “You’re certainly up for the job.” Tears threatened.

“Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.” Wyatt pushed back the hair from her face. That was nice, because she hated it when her hair ended up with tears and snot in it from her big ugly cries, and she suspected that one of those were about to make an appearance.

“I’m not going to cry,” she said as the first tears started.

He wrapped her tight in his arms. “I was wrong, cry all you need. Whatever you need, whatever helps. I’m here for you.”

“That’s the problem. I felt the part of you that was here, and it scared the spit out of me.” She clutched the front of his shirt and another sob overtook her. “I’ve been leading you on. I’m one of those ‘not nice’ teases.”

Wyatt’s chest shook underneath her.

Was he laughing?

“Are you laughing?”

“You’re the furthest thing from a cock-tease as any woman I know.”

“But I came onto you, and I made you... erect.” She hissed the words into the front of his wet shirt.

“Honey, you’ve been doing that by just being around me for the last three months, this is not new. In no way shape or form do I feel like you are teasing me. I think you are being emotionally and physically honest and you got scared. Could that be it?”