Page 53 of Tempting Wyatt (Triple Creek Ranch #1)

CHAPTER FORTY

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MAYBE IT WAS THE WAY HER EYES sparkled in the firelight.

Maybe it was Isaac leaning entirely too fucking close to her after all his “me and city girl” bullshit today.

Maybe it was just too powerful to fight any longer.

But my need for this woman has overtaken me and I’m too high on the taste of her to give a damn.

“Should we tell them we’re leaving?” Ivy glances back toward the fire.

“Fuck no,” I grumble. “The last time you insisted on letting Isaac know we were leaving, I ended up with a bruised jaw that delayed you sitting on my face.”

“But Willow might—”

“No,” I break in, bending to lift her over my shoulder for the second time tonight.

“Wyatt Logan,” she squeals. “We literally just talked about this.”

I huff out a breath as I march us toward my cabin. “No, baby. You talked about it. And don’t think I’ve forgotten your little secret from the first time I hauled you through the woods.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says.

“No? You don’t remember telling me that you liked it? Because you did, like it, and admit that you liked it.”

She goes quiet and I chuckle to myself. “That’s right, Hollywood. You might be a talker, but guess what I am? A damn good listener.”

I practically kick the door to my cabin open, setting her down once we’re inside. She glares at me and I kiss the ever-loving shit out of her. She tastes sweet like marshmallows and smooth like whiskey. The burn of her brings me to life in a way I’ve never felt.

I knew it would be like this, that I’d be frantic and feral and unable to be slow and soft like she’d probably prefer. Next time, I tell myself. Next time I’ll make sweet slow love to her like she needs. But right now, I’m lightheaded from how badly I need to be inside her.

Talker that she is, she moans through our kiss then launches into a disclaimer.

“Wyatt,” she breathes as we make our way to my bed. “There’s something we should discuss first. About my job and my—”

“Maybe stop thinking for a little while, Hollywood.” Using my thumb I pull her lower lip free of her teeth.

“Easier said than done,” she admits as we reach the bed.

“How about you let me help you with that.”

I don’t know which one of us moves first, but when our mouths meet, she whimpers into mine.

I’m removing her clothes as we stumble toward my bed.

Shirt over her head, bra tossed aside. She laughs softly as I yank her boots off and toss them in the corner.

When I drop to my knees to lower her pants, I make the profound mistake of looking up into her beautiful face.

“I will never tire of seeing you on your knees for me, Wyatt Logan,” she whispers into the moonlit darkness.

The feverish need still burns beneath my skin, but the moment slows and I swallow hard.

“Good thing I’ll never tire of getting on my knees for you, angel.”

Placing a kiss on the bare skin of her smooth stomach, I peel her jeans off with both hands, taking her black lacy panties with them.

When she’s bared to me, I’m lost. In the sight, the scent, the feel of her. Overwhelmed with feelings I don’t have names for, I only kiss her entire body reverently until she’s squirming.

“Get on the bed, baby,” I tell her gently, moving her backward carefully, like she’s fragile and precious, because, here, tonight she is.

“You’re still dressed,” she breathes, but she does as I say.

“Patience, angel,” I tell her, just before I thrust my face between her thighs, burying my tongue inside her.

Her entire body rocks against me as I devour every delicious inch of her.

“Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good. I think I’m becoming addicted.”

She writhes and whimpers, her fingers digging into my scalp as I continue.

My hands reach her ass and squeeze. Damn, this ass torments me all day. Having it bare in my hands to do with what I please is a dangerous high.

“Wyatt, please,” she begs, her first coherent plea since we started.

“Please what, angel?”

“Inside,” she pants, “I need you inside.”

I’m still dressed, so I spread her thighs and stand. “Stay spread for me, baby.”

She nods, and I see the submission in her eyes. She’d do anything I asked right now. Anything at all.

I have some rope in the mudroom. If I had the patience, I’d go grab it. Oh well. There’s always later.

Because seeing her like this, I can’t tear myself away. It’s a struggle to get undressed quickly enough to get back to her.

Once I do, her eyes wild eyes rake over my entire body.

“Damn, rancher.” She bites her lower lip. “No notes. You are utterly perfect.”

I don’t know exactly what no notes means, but I stroke my fully erect dick and move toward her.

“It’s going to be a tight fit, sweet girl,” I warn her as I prop on the bed on my knees and grab a condom from my night table. The box isn’t even open, which I am regretting a whole lot right now as I tear the cardboard with my teeth like a feral animal.

Ivy grins up at me. “We’re not even going to talk about how happy I am that that box wasn’t opened.”

Rolling the latex over my length, I meet her stare. “It’s been a while, baby. Maybe take it easy on me.”

Her entire face brightens as I lean in to kiss her. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Liar,” I whisper. Our lips meet just as I reach the juncture between her thighs. The second I slide into her body, I feel her scorching heat, the push of her tight muscles telling me this might cause her some pain if I’m not careful.

Easing inside Ivy for the first time feels like coming home. The enormity of the moment isn’t lost on me. My heart pounds like never before, beating so hard in my chest the sound should fill the room.

Willow was probably right—Ivy was supposed to be someone else’s happily ever after.

A suit-wearing slick prick somewhere will never find his soulmate now because I have her. Too bad for that motherfucker, because I have no intentions of ever letting her go.

There is nothing else, no one else. Just me and her in this moment.

She came here to escape, to get away from a humiliating encounter that hurt her, uprooted her.

Tossed into the wind like dandelion seeds on the breeze, she landed here.

I’m so fucking grateful she did that I almost start thanking God or the universe or whoever is responsible on a roar as I drive into her heat over and over.

Her pussy squeezes me in pulsing waves, each thrust pulling me closer to the edge of a cliff I can never come back from. As our bodies find a rhythm and begin moving in sync, I have to fight the urge to say every thought in my head aloud.

Plant your roots here. Never leave.

This bed, this house, this ranch.

Me.

Small soft hands land on my face and pull me toward hers. “I’m close, Wyatt,” she breathes, and I lock in on her, adjusting my angle and slowing my pace to get her there.

“Come for me, angel. Come on my fucking cock. Make a mess, baby.”

We come together, her crying out and convulsing, bucking like a wild bronc as I roar like a lion above her.

Using the headboard to hold half my weight above her so I don’t crush her, I memorize her face, her hair, her shoulders and firm breasts as she recovers from her violent orgasm.

The memory will have to suffice, because when she’s gone, it’s all I’ll have left.

It won’t be enough.

I watch the residual tremors run though her, stroking her skin as I move to lie next to her.

I run my fingertips gently over a tattoo on her side.

Just before she curls into my side, still working to catch her breath, I make out the words someday I would like to go home in feminine cursive surrounded by swallows in flight.

When I look up, her eyes meet mine.

“You good?”

“Better than good, baby. You okay?” I dispose of the condom in the trash can beside the bed.

Her smile could light the entire room. It’s the sun and the moon and every good thing I’ve ever seen in this life.

“I don’t think it’s ever been like that for me. That intense and all-consuming. I think I had an out of body experience there for a minute.”

“Just for a minute?” Kissing her neck, then nuzzling her shoulder, I pull her closer. “Guess I’ll have to do better on round two.” I tickle her ribs, unable to tell her the experience I was having. My thoughts are too heavy, much like my body atop her, I worry I’d crush her with them.

Her eyes go wide. “When is round two?”

I chuckle at her obvious excitement. “Whenever you want it to be, angel.”

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, when we take a break to hydrate and search my kitchen for sustenance, I see several jars of jam on my kitchen table next to a plate of fresh baked cookies. They weren’t there when I left to go fishing.

I turn to Ivy. “Aw, baby. Did you make this for me?”

Ivy smiles sheepishly. “Maybe.”

I hold up a small glass mason jar. “Raspberry?”

She nods.

“That happens to be my favorite,” I tell her. “Let’s taste it, shall we?” I open the jar of the raspberry jam and dip my fingers inside. Her eyes turn to molten lava as she watches me lick the jam from them.

“You gonna share, rancher?”

I grin, dip more jam from the jar then place my fingers against her lips. “Lick them clean, baby. Just like you do my cock.”

She complies, gaze burning into mine the entire time she licks, sucks, and fucking deep throats my fingers.

“Fuck,” I bite out, knowing I’ve never going to get enough of her. It’s a simple fact I can no longer deny.

I paint her sweet pink nipples with jam, then proceed to suck it off slowly. She whimpers, wobbling when her knees go weak.

Lifting her onto the counter, I spread her wide, bracing her heels next her bare ass.

“Oh my sweet, dirty, flexible girl.”

She grins wickedly up at me. “Told you the yoga was beneficial.”

Her pussy calls to me. I place a single swipe of jam on her clit, not wanting to cover the natural flavor of her that I love so fucking much. When I don’t lick it off right away, she pouts.

“Wyatt,” she whimpers, wriggling on the countertop.

“Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want.”

Her clit throbs noticeably. My cock stands at attention.

“Lick it off, please,” she cries, sounding pained.

“Since you said please, sweet girl.” I lower my head and swirl my tongue around, collecting her flavors along with the jam until she’s coming on my tongue. “So fucking sweet,” I groan.

Her delicious cunt pulses and jerks against my mouth. That honeyed opening begging me to fuck it once more.

I stand, pulling her to me. “Tell me I can fuck you bare, baby.”

Her eyes are as frantic as I feel. Wild. “I get tested regularly, but my ex wasn’t exactly faithful, so I understand if—”

Fuck that asshole. I sink myself inside of her, completely bare. It’s a risk. I know that. But there isn’t anything I wouldn’t risk for this woman.

“Fuck, baby,” I grit out as her pussy milks me hard and fast. She’s meets me thrust for thrust, bouncing up and down, impaling herself on my cock while I grip her ass. “Tell me you’re on birth control, sweetness. Tell me I can fill this perfect pussy.”

She nods hurriedly. “IUD. Come inside me, Wyatt.”

I dig my fingers into the flesh of her ass. “I love this greedy fucking cunt. Take it, baby. Take all of me.”

With a battle cry that erupts from deep in my chest, my release comes hard and quick, filling every inch of the space inside her.

I hold her body to mine, relishing in the sheen of sweat that covers us both.

She smiles shyly up at me. The most beautiful woman in the entire world, my angel.

“We made a mess,” she says with a soft sigh against my shoulder as I carry her back to the bedroom.

“Sweetest damn mess I’ve ever made.”