Page 33 of Charm Me

“You don’t have a wife back home or secret girlfriend halfway across the country, do you?” Stephanie wasn’t backing off even though she knew damn well Wyatt was not involved with someone. We’d already had this discussion.

“Ugh, kill me now.” I dropped my head into my hands to hide my reddening face. “He’s not Michael.”

Wyatt’s arm tightened around me and his hand tensed. “Who’s Michael.”

“My asshole brother,” Stephanie said. “We have him to thank for bringing Zoe into our lives, but he’s a che—”

“Okay, we’re done here.” I grabbed Wyatt’s hand and jumped out of my chair. My friends all called after us as I guided Wyatt toward the door. I probably should have stayed and let them have their fun with him. It was a rite of passage into our group, but I wasn’t ready for that level of commitment yet. Not until I knew where Wyatt and I were headed.

Before we reached the door, Wyatt stopped, spun me around, and swept me up in his arms. “Don’t you want to dance first, love.”

The intensity in his eyes made me shudder. “We can dance behind closed doors. Your place or mine?”

His mouth curved up as he kissed me gently. “Lady’s choice.”

“My place then.” His eyes darkened to more of a forest green shimmering in the moonlight. I ran my fingers through the hair on the back of his head, tipping his hat to the side. His mouth swooped down to capture mine and everything else around me faded into the background. There was only Wyatt and me and this last night we had together.

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BUTTERFLIES FILLEDmy stomach as I lead Wyatt to my bedroom. He made love to me here this morning, yet it still felt like the first time. I wasn’t exactly nervous. Excited. Maybe a little too eager to feel him again. The sooner he was inside me again, the sooner I’d stop thinking about what this meant.

And I needed to stop thinking.

We’d said our goodbyes this morning and I didn’t expect to see him for a few weeks. I’d spent all day hiding in the memories of what we’d done to each other the past two nights. Remembering the way his mouth felt against my skin. The warmth of his tongue licking down my body. And his cock slamming inside me, making me feel so much more than I’d bargained for.

But as soon as I turned around, his burning eyes held me still. With one look he forced the memories aside and brought me back to the present. His solid frame filled the doorway. His chiseled jaw was set, and his dark eyes were filled with a predatory desire.

I warmed all over.

I moved toward him, but I didn’t make it two steps before his strong arms closed around me. His masculine scent—fresh air and pine—washed over me as his mouth took mine. His kiss was soft at first, exploratory and tender. But when I threaded my fingers into the hair at the base of his neck, he lifted me into his arms as if I weighed nothing and deepened the kiss.

I wrapped my legs around his hips and moaned when his already hardened cock pressed against my center. His mouth moved to my neck in slow, warm kisses. I practically melted in his arms it felt so damn good.

With purposeful strides, he guided me to my bed. With his mouth pressed against my neck he sat me on the edge of the bed. I thought he was going to lay me back, but he didn’t. Instead he leaned over me and kissed me again before he let go. When he eased himself up, I was eye level with his groin and could see every bit of his excitement straining against his jeans.

I shifted my eyes to his as I palmed him through his jeans. His eyes darkened and he let out an animalistic growl, making me chuckle.

“Somethin’ you want there, love?” His lips turned up in a wicked grin.

“Yes.” I held my eyes on his as I undid his belt, button, and then slowly unzipped his jeans. When I slid my hands between the fabric of his pants and his skin, his lips tensed into a thin line and his breathing quickened. “I haven’t gotten the chance to taste you yet. And I so want to.”

He let out a quick huff before he stroked a hand through my hair, clenching it in his fist. I freed his cock from his boxers and swallowed a gasp when I wrapped my hand around him. I knew how big he was, but stroking him like this, so close to my mouth, he looked even bigger. I lowered my mouth and drew his tip between my lips, letting my tongue glide down the length of his thickness.

“Fuck, woman.” His gravely cry encouraged me to take him deeper which for my small mouth wasn’t much. But I sucked and licked and kissed him until I figured out what made him the most excited. When his cock jerked in my mouth, I squeezed his ass to hold him still and quickened my pace. Knowing I was completely in control of this strong, powerful man was beyond empowering. I wanted to make him come and take in every bit of his release.

He tightened his hold on my hair like he was going to pull me back, but I refused to let him. I managed to take more of him, my mouth and throat adjusting to his presence. I gave him another hard suck and he howled.

“Fuck, fuck, Zoe. You better stop or ... or ...”

His cries drove me to suck and lick harder. He was so close. I could feel it in the way he grew in my mouth. I’d never pleasured a man to release orally before and I wanted to now more than ever before. Every man I’d ever been with pulled away and came outside my mouth. Wyatt tried to pull out, but I refused to let him.

“Oh Zoe, shit” He let out one last groan of approval before he came, and I took every drop of his release. I didn’t let go until he stilled.

He released my hair before he pulled me up from the bed. Standing next to him like this, I felt so small, our height difference exaggerated. The top of my head still an inch or more from the bottom of his chin.

He stepped back and groaned. “Clothes off. Now.”

I obeyed and we watched each other undress until we both stood naked. He gave me a light shove and I fell back on the bed. “My turn.”