Fierce-Wyatt

by Ann, Natalie

  “More’s the pity,” he said back. She liked this sheer chiffon shirt that Maggie had given her for her birthday last year. She’d never had an opportunity to wear it and it seemed like the perfect time. “And you paint your toenails.”

  “Why do you seem so shocked? Don’t most women do that in the summer when they wear sandals?” It was a little guilty pleasure she had. She got a pedicure every other week since she was on her feet so much at work. She liked having pretty toes and knowing she had one girlie thing on that no one saw.

  “Just unexpected. I’m finding there is a lot of unexpected with you. I like it.”

  They left after that, pulled up to the park and found a good spot under a tree for their chairs. The music was good, they talked back and forth some, they laughed, and they listened to music.

  The two beers he’d packed, they drank them while they had their snacks she’d brought and then washed it down with the water before they left.

  By the time they were at her place a few hours later, it was hours before dinnertime. He hadn’t mentioned anything about going out and she wasn’t going to either.

  “So date number two,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

  Okay, he got where she was going with her statement last night. “This might actually be our first date.”

  His smile dropped. “Are you serious? Everything we’ve done is a date. You’re going to start to argue that on me?”

  She couldn’t help but laugh at the forlorn look on his face. “I suppose you are right.”

  “What was that? You said I was right again.” His hands reached for her, grabbed her sides and pulled her close, his lips just a whisper from hers. “This might be becoming a habit. A good one for my ego.”

  “I’m about to shoot your ego down though,” she said, her tongue coming out and running along her lips in a tease. Hook, line, and sinker, he lowered his mouth to hers. “Mmm, you’ve got some nice lips there that I’d like on mine.”

  “It’s mutual,” he said back, kissing her long and deep. When he lifted his head, he looked into her eyes. “But you’re sending me on my way, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, I am. Have a good night, Wyatt.”

  22

  Jump Her

  Date three. At least that was what Wyatt was going to make sure Adriana knew when she showed up soon with her bike.

  He didn’t care they were going on a ride. It was a date in his eyes the same as the others they’d had where they’d hiked, went to the adventure gym, played racquetball, and so on. Even the movies.

  He let her think it was otherwise, but he wasn’t going to again.

  They were moving toward another step in his eyes and he was going to make her aware of it.

  When she texted that she was in the parking lot, he’d grabbed his bike and brought it down the stairs and met her there. They put their helmets on and she climbed on and followed him behind the buildings and down a few side roads until they got to the bike trails.

  They rode for about forty minutes before he’d pulled over to take a drink and see how she was doing. It was pretty hot today. If he’d known it was going to be like this, he might have not agreed when she brought it up at the concert yesterday.

  But since she had and she wanted to spend time with him, he was going to jump on any opportunity to be with her. To maybe jump her.

  “How are you doing?”

  “Good,” she said, taking her own bottle of water off her bike. “It’s warmer than I thought it’d be though. How long is the trail?”

  “They go on forever. We can turn around and go back whenever you want,” he said.

  “If you don’t mind. I’m going to need a shower for sure. I’m already working up an appetite too. I’ve lost five pounds since I started hanging out with you.”

  “Hanging out with me?” he asked. That didn’t sound as promising as he wanted it to be.

  “You know what I mean,” she said.

  “No, I don’t. Explain it. Do you normally hang out with men and kiss them like you did me?”

  She laughed. “You sound jealous.”

  “Hardly,” he’d said back. It’s not like she was a tease or making her way through men. It’d been almost a month at this point since they’d met. They’d spent a lot of time together and he finally just got to kiss her this weekend.

  That didn’t scream anyone that slept around.

  Which of course was making this hard on him. In more ways than one.

  He could tell she wasn’t going to say much more when she put her water back in its holder and then turned her bike to go back.

  They did have plans for dinner and he assumed she’d brought a change of clothes to shower at his place again.

  He’d have to deal with her when they were back there and what his plan was for dinner.

  “That was fun,” she said forty minutes later. “Not a hard ride but a fun one.”

  “Do you like it hard?” he asked. He hadn’t meant to voice it like he had but wouldn’t regret it either.

  She tilted her head and just said, “Sometimes.”

  He gulped. He knew he did. Damn it. Maybe she was a tease after all.

  “So for dinner,” he started to say, “I thought I could grill for us. What do you think? Or would you rather go out?”

  “That sounds good,” she said. “If I’d known I would have made something and brought it.”

  “Do you like to cook?” he asked. “I grill and do the basic things.”

  “I’m Hispanic. I love to cook. I love to eat too. That is why I’m so active so it doesn’t look like I love food as much as I do.”

  He adored the curves on her. Fantasized about them. “I think your body is just about perfect. You didn’t need to lose anything and I can’t believe you did.”

  “I’m not sure where I lost it,” she said. “I just know I got on the scale and it was five pounds less. It’s not like I think my clothes are baggier on me, but I wear scrubs so much I can’t really tell. Even when I come home I’m in shorts that are loose or yoga pants.”

  He had images of her in yoga pants and that sports bra he’d gotten a glimpse of when she pulled that wet shirt over her head weeks ago. That wasn’t helping the cock in his shorts that wanted to stand up and wave.

  “Do you eat a lot of spicy food?” he asked. Anything to get his mind off of things as he helped her put her bike back in her car.

  “I do. I can’t find any good food here so I have to make it myself if I want it. Do you like it hot?”

  He turned to look at her. “You’re just playing with me, aren’t you?”

  “You asked if I liked it hard. I’m asking if you like it hot.”

  “I can show you,” he said.

  “I might want you to.”

  Oh hell yeah. “Third date in your eyes?”

  “As you’ve kindly pointed out we’ve been dating for a while.”

  They walked back into his building, him carrying his bike up the stairs. “And what changed your mind?” he asked.

  “It didn’t need to be changed. I just had to be ready.”

  “And you are?” he asked when they got to his floor. He set his bike down and unlocked his door.

  “I am.”

  “Before or after a shower?” he asked, putting his bike against the wall in his living room. He’d deal with it later. He had to focus on the woman in front of him that he was going to strip naked and get his hands and mouth on.

  “We are already hot and sweaty. Might as well continue to build on that,” she said before she reached for him.

  “Good answer,” he said, his mouth going to hers. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist causing him to move fast toward his bedroom.

  The minute they were in his room, he dropped her on the bed coming down on top of her. “It’s been too long since I’ve been in this position. You aren’t going to make me wait for it, are you?”

  Now he would since she’d said that. “You’ve made me wait to get her
e.”

  “I should have kept my mouth shut,” she said.

  “You’ll get there. Don’t worry. If I have my way you’re going to get there a few times.”

  “Now you are bragging.”

  “Speaking the truth,” he said, his hands moving under her back and lifting her shirt over her head. Another sports bra and he didn’t care. He was coming not to expect lace and silk and was just fine with it.

  “There is a snap in the back,” she said.

  “What?”

  “It’s a sports bra, but it has a snap in the back so I’m not yanking it over my head.”

  “Were you planning for this?” he asked. “Or was it just the sight of me that sent you over the edge again?”

  “The sight of you has had me teetering from day one. I’m ready for you to push me over.”

  It was good enough for him. More than good enough.

  He pulled her up to a sitting position and found the snap, then undid it and pulled it off. “Damn. You’ve got more than you’ve let on.”

  “When you’re active you need them glued to you so they don’t get in the way.”

  “They aren’t in the way now,” he said, his lips going to a rosy nipple that was just standing to attention like his cock in his shorts that was pulsing and ready to come out and play.

  It had to wait though. He had other things to do first.

  Tasting these lovely buds in front of him at the top of the list.

  His hands went to each breast, squeezing and kneading, his mouth sucking, his teeth grazing. Her hips bucked up telling him she was going to be one hard woman to keep still.

  When her hands went into his hair to hold his head there while he nibbled, he knew he was in store for another workout.

  He brought his fingers up and started to pinch and pluck the other nipple and the more he did the more her hips started to grind against him.

  “Don’t you dare finish,” he said, worried she was getting too close for him.

  “Can’t help it,” she said, letting out a breath. “It feels so good.”

  Which was a sign for him to shift to something else.

  He undid her shorts, then moved down and pulled them off fast with her panties. No time to admire and see what they might be. He didn’t really care at this point.

  What he did care about was the neat and trim pussy calling his name.

  He wasn’t going to disappoint either, diving right in and tasting everything and anything in front of him.

  Her legs spread apart letting him, not the least bit embarrassed like some women might be the first time or after having worked out.

  Nope, he didn’t care and she didn’t either.

  That was what desire and arousal were really about. Laying it all on the table with no thoughts other than finding pleasure in each other.

  “You taste so good,” he said, gorging himself on her essence.

  “Then don’t stop,” she said, her hands going back to his hair and holding him in place. “Right there. Just like that. Jesus,” she shouted out.

  He was sucking on her swollen bud, her legs all but quivering around him.

  He was so hard he thought he was going to bust his shorts open at this point.

  The minute her legs went limp, he climbed off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, walked to the nightstand, and got a condom. He was ready to drop his shorts when he caught her eyes on him. “Like what you see?”

  “Wyatt, I’ve been liking it since the first time you took your shirt off in front of me. I said you did it on purpose back then and I still believe it.”’

  “Good. Hope it gave you something to remember, but now you’re going to see the rest.”

  “Stop talking and show me,” she said.

  He laughed and did what she said. She grabbed the condom out of his hand and rolled it on his cock fast, pulling him down on top of her.

  “Don’t even think of waiting,” she said. “Go right at it.”

  If there was any green light a man wanted to see, it was that.

  He nudged her legs apart, found her opening and slid in, then had to hold himself in check. She was so hot and wet. Tight. Squeezing him. And he realized she was doing that on purpose.

  “Stop that,” he said.

  “Catch up,” she told him back.

  He was right. She was going to move. She needed to. It was in her blood like it was his.

  His hands went under her hips and pushed her up higher into him while he slid out and slammed back in. She was not a dainty flower he had to worry about being gentle with. He knew she wouldn’t want that either.

  The faster he moved the more her breathing increased, his own matching it. They were giving each other one hell of a workout like she’d said.

  “I hope you’re close,” he said. The last thing he wanted to do was finish before he could bring her there again, but the honest truth was he didn’t think he could hold back much longer.

  “Oh, I’m there. Just keep it up.”

  He did. He had no choice at that point, his mouth going to hers, her tongue just as aggressive in his mouth as his body was slamming into hers.

  Seconds later, if that, he was jerking inside of her, his body just releasing all the tension of the weeks it’d built.

  She bit down on his tongue, her body pulsing around him, then her arms and legs falling flat to the bed, his body collapsing on hers.

  23

  Worth the Wait

  Adriana wasn’t sure she had the energy or the ability to move at this point.

  She’d expected sex with Wyatt was going to be explosive and he hadn’t disappointed her in the least.

  “Can you shift just a little?” she said. “I can’t catch my breath with your weight on me.”

  He rolled and pulled her on top of him. “So worth the wait,” he said.

  “I’d like to think so. See, there is no reason to always jump in on the first few dates.”

  “So that had been your plan all along?” he asked. “You couldn’t clue me in on it.”

  She put her elbows on his chest and looked down at him. “I wasn’t sure we’d end up here even after you showed me a glimpse of this awesome body the day we went on the hike.”

  “But you were attracted,” he said.

  “Of course. I think that goes without saying. But being attracted to someone isn’t enough for me to get in bed with them. Maybe it is for you though?”

  She hadn’t wanted to say that but really needed to know. Being burned like she had, it was hard to trust anyone.

  Part of these past few weeks was to see if Wyatt really would put the effort in with her if she wasn’t going to jump in the sack with him on the first few dates.

  She’d been hearing all sorts of things about him around the hospital from other nurses.

  She was wondering how much of it was made up though.

  Yes, he liked to have fun and go out, but it seemed he didn’t go out and do any of the things he did with her with any of those other women.

  And that was part of the reason she wasn’t sure if it was just a friendship in his eyes like she was trying to tell herself it was for her.

  Guess he proved her wrong though. In a good way.

  Not that she’d tell him he was right again. She was kind of getting tired of saying that all the time to him.

  “No. There has to be more for me. I’m not going to lie and say sometimes that isn’t what it is, but as I’ve said, I date a lot but don’t sleep with everyone I date. You know that. You heard it with Savanna.”

  She had. That was something at least.

  He moved away from her and sat on the side of the bed. “I need a shower,” he said. “Are we going to take one together now or do you need to go to the spare bathroom again?”

  “Together sounds pretty good to me,” she said, jumping up and following him into the bathroom.

  He turned the water on in his massive shower, two showerheads giving them plenty of space to clean up on their o
wn sides. But Wyatt had other plans and pulled her in front of him when they were under the spray.

  She didn’t have much of a choice about washing her hair when she was drowning and started to cough.

  He laughed. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to do that. Just wanted to get my hands on you. Though maybe this is the only way to do it without you wanting to make a race out of it.”

  She turned around and hugged him, the water hitting her back and drenching the length of her hair, plastering it to her. “Racing has it moments. Other times slow and steady wins the game. I’d say if you think of it we’ve had both.”

  “Meaning getting to this point was the slow and steady?” he asked, grabbing the shampoo and dumping it on her head, then massaging it in. She could get used to this for sure and tilted her head back so the soap didn’t run in her eyes.

  “Yep. Then you raced to get me to the end. We can slow down next time.”

  “I planned on that,” he said, helping her rinse the shampoo from her hair. “I’ve got conditioner too.”

  She laughed. Most men didn’t. “I guess that is why your hair is so soft.” She’d noticed that when she was holding his head in place as he devoured her body.

  “Guilty secret of mine,” he said as he put the conditioner in. “You can wash me now while that sits.”

  “And you know conditioner needs to sit in my hair. How is it you are still single?” Then she remembered Jade telling her not to put up with his shit. She wondered if that was part of it but didn’t want to ask.

  “I’ve got a sister who likes to talk about shopping and hair products. Sometimes my ears would bleed when we were growing up but being the only girl she needed someone.”

  “And you’d never tell her to get lost,” she asked, running soapy hands all over his body. He was too tall for her to take care of his hair so he was doing that now.

  “No. That would be mean and I try not to be mean.”

  “Except when you are pranking her?”

  “Well, that is fun,” he argued back. His hands were now soaping her up, running all over her body into each and every curve and groove. She was getting turned on again.