Page 43 of Tempting Wyatt (Triple Creek Ranch #1)
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.
I’ve had men go down on me before, but I’ve never, ever done this.
“Sit down, baby. Give me that sweet girl juice I’ve been dreaming of.”
“You are a dirty, filthy man, Wyatt Logan.”
“You love it.”
“God, I do. I really do. So fucking much.”
Slowly, as not to accidentally suffocate him, I lower my sensitive flesh to his lips. His hands grip my ass and he pulls me closer as his tongue darts out and swipes a path of fire through my slick heat.
“Holy fuck, Wyatt,” I cry out as he assaults every inch of me that he can reach more aggressively than I was expecting.
When my hips begin grinding me downward, he chuckles darkly against my wet pussy.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face like you’ve been wanting to since we met.”
I grip his headboard and do as I’m told, almost coming just from the feel of his beard against my thighs.
His tongue is demon possessed as it licks flames over my flesh again and again.
When he thrusts it inside me, I lose all control.
My legs clamp around his head as I come. Twitching and mewling like a crazed animal, I nearly fly to the fucking ceiling when he continues eating me through my orgasm.
I cry his name over and over, but I never say stop, so he doesn’t. When I try to move, his hands turn to iron shackles, holding me in place as he licks me clean of my release.
I’m shaking hard when he finally lets me free, then pulls me into his arms.
“So fucking sweet.” He kisses me deeply, his tongue dancing with mine until I taste myself on him.
My body wraps around his, curling against his warmth.
He holds me close as we both begin to drift off. Words I have no business thinking much less saying, threaten to erupt from my mouth, but I bite them back.
“Good night, rancher,” I whisper against his bare chest.
“Sweet dreams, angel.”