Page 81 of Deking
“Of course, baby. Take your time. I’ll get the TV ready.”
I grab my sleep clothes and head toward the shared bathroom. I quickly change and do my nightly routine. When I come back to the bedroom, my breath catches in my throat.
There, lying on my bed, is Wyatt, but he’s mostly naked. He lost his shirt and pants, leaving him in a pair of boxers. He’s lying on top of the blankets with one arm behind his head as he holds the remote with the other.
“I logged you into all my streaming apps. Your free app didn’t have a lot,” he tells me.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I tell him, putting my dirty clothes in the hamper before I walk toward the side of my bed.
His eyes flicker to me before he does a double take.
I knew picking this outfit would elicit a reaction. It’s just a pair of shorts and a thin cami, but I’m not wearing anything underneath it, meaning he can see my nipples hard as a rock through the fabric.
“Cat got your tongue?” I ask as I slide under the blankets.
He shakes his head. “Nope. Not at all.”
His eyes don’t leave me though.
“Are you getting under the blanket?”
He nods, sliding underneath. Then he hands me the remote.
I couldn’t focus on TV even if I tried, so I pick a random movie and put it on before turning off the lamp on my nightstand.
The room is dark except for the flashes from the TV. All I can think about is the man sitting next to me. I don’t know why I’m so nervous. It’s not like I’m a virgin. Still, it feels different with Wyatt.
I want to take the next step with him, though. I want to see what we could be without the fake relationship hanging over us.
Turning on my side, I lay my head on his chest. He accepts me without question. When my fingers start to draw pictures on his chest, he starts to play with my hair. When my hand runs lower on his stomach, I feel the way he tenses.
“What are you doing there, baby?” he whispers.
I look up at him. “I want to live in the moment. With you.”
“We don’t have to rush anything.” He cups my cheek.
“I know. This doesn’t feel like rushing. It feels right,” I reassure him.
He turns toward me, his lips pressing to mine. “If you want to stop, we stop.”
“And if I don’t want to stop?” I ask.
“I won’t rush this with you. We have all the time in the world.”
“I want this, Wyatt.”
He kisses me once more, deepening it this time. He starts off slow, worshipping my mouth with his own until I am about to combust. I arch into him, slinging my leg over his hip. I need more than he is giving. If he’s not careful, I’ll take what I want from him.
He must get the memo because he starts to kiss his way down my neck, leaving teasing nips and kisses along the way. Then helooks up at me before slowly pulling the strap of my camisole down. I suck in a breath as his warm breath blows across my taut nipple.
Then he engulfs it in his mouth, making my eyes roll back. It feels so good to have the warm, wet heat of his mouth against my skin. When he rolls the tip of my nipple between his teeth, I have to bite back a moan. As much as I want to be vocal, we aren’t alone.
After several moments, he pushes me onto my back as he moves to the other nipple. He plays my body as if he has been studying me for years. Like I am his favorite mystery he loves to solve.
“Wyatt,” I moan out softly, “Please.”
He glances up at me. “Don’t worry, my love. It will be worth the wait. Trust me.”
