Page 27 of Wyatt (The Black Roses MC #5)
Chapter twelve
Maizie
W yatt’s kiss is so sudden, it stuns me for a beat before my arms wrap around his waist and I pull him tighter against me. This is crazy and reckless and all the things I swore to myself I wouldn’t be when Colby was born.
But, oh God—this is exactly what I want.
What I’ve been craving. His hand that’s cupping my cheek slides into my thick, dark hair as he grasps the back of my head.
When his mouth opens, his tongue slips against mine, tangling and twirling.
Kissing him is everything I imagined—decadent and passionate, and so, so right.
When his other arm bands around me, his hand glides under the oversized nightshirt I’m wearing. His touch is needy as he presses his hand against my heated skin. He runs his palm over my back and lets out a quiet growl into my mouth when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra.
Wyatt breaks the kiss and presses his forehead against mine. “Fuck, I’m not going to be able to stop in a second, and I’d rather not give your neighbors a show.”
“We should go inside, then,” I say, my voice breathy and quiet.
He pulls his head back and stares into my eyes. The desire and question I see in his gaze mirror the feelings swirling through me. “You sure?”
“You trying to talk me out of it? After that whole speech?”
God, that was a good speech. Wyatt touched on everything I was afraid of. My job, my kid. When he said we were safe with him, all of my doubts fell away. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, hear the promise in his words. And instead of denying it, denying him, I’m choosing us.
He doesn’t answer with words. He grabs the back of my thighs and lifts me effortlessly, my legs locking around him.
I yelp in surprise, but Wyatt swallows the sound with a kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth like he owns it.
My fingers knot in his hair as he spins us toward the front door.
I grip tighter when he opens it one-handed and carries me over the threshold—our mouths still fused.
He kicks the door closed, and both of us still, our lips breaking apart as we listen for any signs of life from Colby.
“Shit, sorry,” he whispers, then starts trailing his lips down the column of my neck.
“We should probably go to my room,” I say, my hips writhing against him.
He pulls his head back. “Are you sure?”
“Why do you keep asking me that? You’re going to give me a complex or some shit. I’ll be fucking pissed if I have to pull out my vibrator and finish the job myself tonight.”
His mouth opens and closes a few times as though he can’t form words, then he nods. “Okay, we’ll be revisiting that at a later time.”
I dip my head into his neck and stick out my tongue, tasting his skin.
“Fuuuck,” he groans out. “I have so many ideas for that.”
“Me too,” I whisper in his ear, then suck the lobe into my mouth, gently biting down.
The growl that escapes Wyatt is anything but quiet.
“We really need to go to my room,” I say.
This time, he doesn’t question me. He silently makes his way down the hall and walks into my room as my lips continue the exploration of his neck. When we step through the doorway, I drop my legs from his waist.
“Hold on one second,” I say and step out of my room and walk to Colby’s. As gently as possible, I turn his doorknob and dip my head inside. My son is sound asleep, wrapped in a light blanket. Shutting his door, I make my way back to my room and close my door behind me.
Wyatt is sitting on my bed, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees.
Sweet Jesus. He looks fucking good in here, waiting for me, his eyes dark with need.
“Come here,” he says as he sits straight, his gaze tracking every step I take.
I walk to the lamp that I left on earlier to shut it off.
“What are you doing?” he asks, reaching out to grab my hand.
“Shutting the light off,” I reply.
“Fuck no, you’re not.”
I’ve never been naked with someone with the lights on, and he must see the sudden onset of self-consciousness flit across my face.
“Maizie, I’ve been waiting a hell of a long time to be here with you. I plan on taking in my fill, which includes seeing every inch of your gorgeous body.”
He pulls me between his legs and his hands slip under my loose shirt and wrap around my waist.
“I’ve never let anyone see me with lights on before,” I whisper, my fingers running through his thick waves.
“I’m not anyone.” Wyatt leans in and presses his mouth against my covered stomach. “I’m yours.”
“Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren’t you?” I joke in a lame attempt to dispel the fear I feel at the idea of him seeing me for the first time in a bright room with no clothes on.
Wyatt’s grip tightens at my waist. “Let’s get one thing perfectly clear, sweetheart.
When I sink into you tonight, I’m claiming you.
We can figure out the particulars as we go.
We can take it as fast or as slow as you need to wrap your pretty head around that, but you’re mine, regardless.
That means this body is mine to worship. Every inch of it.”
He holds my gaze as his hands travel up and over my ribs, the shirt nearing the bottom of my breasts.
“Arms up, baby,” he says, and he whips the shirt over my head, letting it fall to the ground next to my feet.
Wyatt releases a slow breath. And that breath speaks volumes.
He’s staring at my naked body with reverence in his brown gaze.
A look that says all of his waiting, his yearning, is finally being sated by seeing me like this for the first time.
His fingers skate over my ribs as he looks from my eyes to my body and back to my eyes again.
“Fuck, baby. You’re everything I imagined. And I did a lot of imagining.” The smirk that I love plays across his mouth.
I bite down on my lower lip, loving the way he’s looking at me, but feeling so exposed. “Sorry, this is kind of hard for me. I’m not perfect. My body isn’t the same as before Colby was born.”
My hand goes to my lower belly, where I have stretch marks that have faded but have never gone away completely. I’m not like the other girls Wyatt has been with, with tight ab muscles and smooth skin that has never been stretched to oblivion.
Wyatt moves my hand and kisses the faint lines.
“You’re everything I dreamed of, Maizie,” he says when he pulls his lips away.
His gentle touch traces over the marks. “This is proof that you carried that precious little boy—who happens to be one of my favorite people on the planet—inside of you, loving him and taking care of him before he came into the world.” He kisses my skin again.
“These marks are beautiful.” Another kiss.
“You’re amazing.” Another kiss. “And fuck, I must have been a saint in a previous life, because you’re mine. ”
He grips the waist of my shorts and slowly pulls them down my legs. When he skates his fingers up my legs, I’m on the verge of melting into a puddle before him. He grips the back of one thigh with his hand while the other glides over my center, his finger dipping in just the slightest bit.
“You’re soaked for me,” he breathes out, and I nod.
Wyatt slides his finger between the lips of my pussy, gathering the wetness on the digit before putting his finger in his mouth. The groan that leaves his throat is fucking ravenous.
“Goddamn, baby. Better than I could have imagined.”
He stands suddenly and captures my mouth in a searing kiss.
“I swear to God, I’m going to take my time with you,” he says breathlessly when he pulls his mouth away. “But right now, I need to eat that sweet fucking pussy.”
I nod as he wraps his arm around my waist and spins us so that the back of my knees hit the bed. I sit on the edge and lean back on my arms, spreading my thighs apart as he kneels between them.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says, leaning forward and swiping his tongue through my center as though he can’t wait another second to taste me.
“Mmm,” he hums, then lifts his head, straightening his body and grabbing the back of my neck before he pulls me in for another soul-shattering kiss.
“You’re so goddamn sweet. I could spend the night right here and not need another single fucking thing. ”
My hands slip under his shirt, and I wrap my arms around his back, exploring the taut muscles with the tips of my fingers. “You’d better make good on your promise, Wyatt.”
He tilts his head to the side, a question in his dark stare.
“You said that when you sink inside me, you’re going to claim me.”
“Oh, baby. You’re mine no matter what. But I haven’t had my fill of your pretty cunt yet.”
He lowers himself, and my fingers grip his dark strands.
He begins licking at me as though he’s a man who has been deprived of his last ten meals.
His licks are slow, then fast. Long, then short.
He takes me to the edge over and over, pulling back right before I’m ready to fall.
Then he does it all over again. My hands are tugging at his hair.
No matter how much I beg him to make me come, my pleas fall on deaf ears.
When he adds two fingers to my soaked channel, there's no stopping the wave that washes over me. It starts in the center then bursts through my arms and legs, this feeling of euphoria. I have to cover my mouth so I don’t cry out and wake the entire neighborhood with my screams. I pulse around his fingers, completely soaking his face as the orgasm washes through me.
When I’ve finally settled, Wyatt looks up at me with a giant wet grin. “Fucking perfect.”