Welcome to Kissing Springs

     I never expected Wyatt to go for a kiss this early, but no part of me wants to argue with it. Especially when that cedar cologne warms me up like a scorching campfire when we collide.  

     All games are off. 

     Wyatt samples like a starved man, licking and nipping at my lips before pulling me to straddle his lap like I weigh nothing. His enthusiasm shatters the sliver of restraint I had left. 

     Our tongues battle and within minutes, I’m squirming against Wyatt's growing bulge, trying to crawl inside his skin and vice versa. He groans, digging those strong fingers into the fleshy part of my hip, pressing me against the steel column straining his zipper. The friction fires lightning through my body that pulls a frantic moan from my throat. Desperation clawing at my insides, growing the pressure until I fear I'll break me apart from the need to be closer.

     Overcome, my fingers dive into the thick, longer strands at the back of Wyatt's head, pulling for easier access to his mouth. He's had all the control to drive me crazy so far. It's about time I flip the tables on this mountain man. And I can't help but grin when Wyatt's growl vibrates under my lips. The victory of putting a small crack in his control sends a new rush of wetness below.   

     My lips trail that stubbled line of jaw, encouraged like the sex-kitten I've never been from Wyatt's responses. That he holds still and lets me drink in the magical scent of his neck shows the giving man he is. 

     And I want to take. 

     So, I do. 

     I stroking my tongue up the side, biting every few inches. My brain has lost control of my mouth. It's on a mission to nibble every tempting inch of this man. The tingling under my skin is a revelation. That my own body vibrates with pleasure just from touching his... it's fire and light, explosive and soothing at the same time. A shared craving for each other swirls around us like a hurricane making it impossible to separate, even for air.

      Wyatt hisses when my nails scratch the back of his head, his soft waves falling over my fingers as he moans, "Evie." My name falls from his lips as those deft fingers drag under my shirt, spreading wide up my back to hold me tight against his front. 

     There's barely room to breathe in his arms... it's hot! I swear I could come from just tasting his neck. And by the time Wyatt pulls me back to his mouth, I'm panting as hard as he is, my breasts flattened against his chest. I want to scream. I want to cry for release. Desperation doesn’t cover it. I would trade my soul right now to melt into Wyatt, to have every inch of his skin searing me. 

     An animalistic sound fills the room as Wyatt's hands move to my ribcage. His massive hands spread across my middle, inches in either direction from where I need him most. The frustration has me writhing to get closer, but Wyatt holds me in place, jerking his head up from the couch to take control of our kiss. I lose my grip on his hair but have no urge to argue because a moment later, Wyatt is taking over, traveling for his own sensuous bites of my neck.   

      “God, Evie.” His tortured groan fills the air as one hand moves to wrap up my hair, holding me still for the careful pulse of his hips. Bottomless eyes lock on mine, watching every emotion caused by the press of his...   🔥🔥💓💓