Page 190 of The Reason I Married Him
None of that matters as I move my tongue deeper into his mouth, my body igniting into a burning inferno as his hand slides farther up my thigh.
I shift on his lap and straddle him so I have better access to his soft lips. My hands caress the rough stubble of his beard while I melt further into him, my lap now moving over his bulge. My mind returns to the other morning when I rode him, feeling his thickness between my legs. I want that again. Badly.
I want to know what it feels like to have him fully inside me. To own me. To do whatever he wants to bring me pleasure.
I feel almost desperate for it, so desperate that I start to move over his lap, causing him to groan in my mouth.
“Umm, Aubree.” My sister’s voice halts me mid pulse.
I’m knocked back into reality as the bubble we were just in fades away, and the salty smell of the ocean returns. The light from the afternoon sun shines down on us, and the clatter of forks and plates from around the restaurant floats between Wyatt and me.
Oh my God.
I pull away, my eyes connected to his.
Wyatt has a satisfied smile across his lips while I feel horrified.
Clearing my throat, I glance over my shoulder where Hattie stands by the table, a shocked but gleeful look on her face.
“Oh, hi there,” I say as I attempt to shift off Wyatt’s lap, but he holds me in place. Not sure if that’s because he wants me to remain seated on his lap or because he wants me to hide his very obvious erection.
“What, uh . . . what are you doing?” she asks.
“Um, you know, just enjoying the afternoon,” I answer awkwardly.
But of course Wyatt, being Wyatt, leans forward and whispers, “She was trying to get me to have sex with her right here.”
“Wyatt,” I snap, which makes him laugh. I look back at Hattie and say, “I was not doing that.”
“I don’t know.” Hattie smirks. “It kind of seemed like you were.”
“I wasn’t.” I stick my chin up. “I was trying to . . . feed him.”
Mentally, I toss my hands up in surrender because that is honestly the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever said in my life.I was trying to feed Wyatt.What is wrong with me? I’ve probably been hanging out with Wyatt far too much.
“Feed him?” Hattie snorts while Wyatt chuckles, the rumble of his chest knocking against me.
“Well, you were giving me all the good nutrients, babe. Thank you.”
I turn on his lap and fold my arms across my chest. “Well, now that he’s been fed, I think it’s time we leave.”
“Nah, I’m good right here,” Wyatt says. “I’m actually still hungry, so if you could feed me some more, I’d appreciate it.”
“He does look malnourished,” Hattie says. “Maybe you should take him back to the guest house and really give him a feast.”
Wyatt points at Hattie. “Now there’s an idea. Babe, we should listen to your sister.”
I look back and forth between Wyatt and Hattie and say, “I hate you both.”
They laugh together before Hattie says, “No, you don’t. You love us.”
“Barely,” I mutter.
Wyatt wraps his arm around my stomach and rests his chin on my shoulder. “Why don’t you tell Hattie what you figured out.”
“Is it something sexual?” Hattie asks as she takes a seat at our table. That’s when I see Hayes walking toward the table with two smoothies.
“No, it’s not something sexual,” I say as Hayes pauses and looks among all of us.
