Page 107 of Tempting Wyatt

Now that she’s taken it all, she damn near swallows my cock.

When the sensitive tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, I explode inside her.

Her fingers dig into my thighs as she swallows every drop.

When I’m spent, my head does fall back. Because it’sspinning and my ears are ringing. The steam in the shower envelops us in a warm cocoon I could stay in forever.

“Good fucking girl,” I praise her. “Such a good fucking girl.”

She beams with pride as I help her stand. “I wanted to please you,” she says softly. “You work so hard. And you’ve taken such good care of me.”

I’ll always take care of you.

My own thoughts threaten to send me into a panic. I should keep my distance. Should remind myself she’s not staying.

Ivy comes with an expiration date.

But damn if I don’t find myself thinking that I could get used to this.

And that’s a pointless fucking thought to have.

CHAPTER THIRTY

ivy

“FUCK, BABY. THAT WAS. . . I have no words,” Wyatt says as we step out of the shower.

“Speechless, rancher?” I tease, knowing my cheeks are flushed, lips are sore and swollen, while my entire body hums like a live wire.

Wyatt smiles but his eyes are dreamy and dazed. Like he’s trying to remember how to speak in full sentences.

I love this look on him and I wish I had more time to put it there.

“Maybe that will help you sleep.”

“I can sleep when I’m dead,” he tells me, wrapping us both in a towel and moving toward the bedroom.

“Sorry if that was a sneak attack,” I say, knowing I’m not sorry at all. “I’d been thinking of doing that for a while now.”

I’m playing but he’s deadly serious when he says, “I don’t think I’ve thought of much else since you arrived unexpectedly on my ranch.”

I tilt my head. “Technically I had a reservation. Not my fault no one bothered to tell the grumpy guy with the axe.”

He shakes his head and kisses me, deeply. His teeth tug at my lower lip then he presses his forehead to mine.

“Been thinking about something you said in the bar the other night, too,” he says as we reach the bed.

“Yeah?”

He nods, placing his lips close enough to brush mine. “Something about sitting on my face.”

My eyes go wide. “Aren’t you tired?”

He pulls me atop him on the bed. “Baby, on my literal death bed, I will not be too tired for you to ride my face. Come on, cowgirl. I know you know how to ride. I’ve seen it.”

I can’t help but giggle as he pulls me upward until my knees straddle his head.

“Wyatt,” I whisper in the darkness, feeling suddenly self-conscious.