Her fingers were at her waist now, so that the bodice of the dress parted in a way that made his jeans feel too tight. She wore a plain white bra that was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, and that included all the lacy bras—and Photoshopped models—in the Victoria’s Secret catalog.
But what really made his mouth go dry was the moment when she reached the button at the hem. Because that’s when she parted the dress, revealing her perfect dancer’s body in that unassuming bra and matching cotton panties.
“You’re amazing,” he whispered, as she let the dress fall to the floor, then crossed her arms, as if trying to hide. He moved closer, and he could hear the way her breath stuttered as he gently took her wrists and drew her arms away from her body.
She made a little whimpering sound, and he leaned in, quieting her with a kiss. He was afraid she’d be too nervous, but the moment his lips touched hers, he could feel the fire in her. She opened her mouth to him, letting him explore and taste her. And when she tugged her arm free of his grip and slid her hand around to cup the back of his neck, he knew that he’d won her completely.
He kissed her, long and deep, his hands on her shoulders and back as he held her close to him, the pressure of her body against his driving him absolutely completely crazy. “Kelsey.” Her name was so sweet. He never wanted to stop saying it. “Kelsey, please.”
“I—” She cut herself off with a little swallowing sound, and for a moment he thought his heart had stopped. Then she nodded, and Wyatt knew that it wasn’t just Christmas, but also his birthday and Valentine’s Day and every other holiday all rolled up together.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, as he reached around to unfasten her bra. He felt her stiffen, but then relax as he stroked her skin, sliding the strap down her arm and then pulling the bra free.
He let it drop from his fingers as he reached up to cup her breast, thrilled by the way she moaned and pressed herself into his palm. “Wyatt,” she whispered. “I want to, really. But I’m not—”
He couldn’t bear to hear the words, and so he closed his mouth against hers again, persuading her with his touch rather than words. He wanted her to melt into him, to let him touch her and explore her. To feel the power that came with making her crazy.
And, yeah, he wanted to be her first.
“Please,” he said. “Kelsey, you know we both want to.”
She clung to him, her sweet body soft and warm against his, and he stroked her skin, hardly believing that this absolutely perfect girl was in his arms. “Okay,” she said, and he about ripped his shirt to pieces trying to get it off in a hurry.
He toed off his shoes and peeled off his jeans, then took her hand and led her to the bed. He kept his briefs on. He was so damn hard he was afraid if he took them off he’d come right then, and he really, really didn’t want that.
He slid onto the bed, then held out a hand for her to join him. She did, her breath coming fast, her skin flushed. She was spread out beside him, propped up on her elbow as he ran a fingertip over her, wanting to explore every inch of her. Wanting to take his time.
But damned if he could manage. The moment she whispered, “Kiss me,” he was lost. He closed his mouth over hers, and he cupped his hand on her breast, then slipped it lower and lower until he found the band of those panties. He slipped his fingers inside, then almost exploded when he felt how incredibly wet she was. And then almost lost it again when she moaned and spread her legs, her hips arching up as if in demand.
He broke the kiss, wanting to see her face, and she nodded at him. “Please,” she said. “I want to.”
He swallowed, suddenly nervous, then pushed his briefs down, freeing his cock. She glanced down, then bit her lip.
“I’ll try not to let it hurt.”
“It’s okay. I know it will. Do you have a condom?”
“Yeah. Oh, yeah.” He scrambled off the bed and got one, then put it on while she watched. Then he met her eyes, and she nodded. Slow, he reminded himself. And he tried. But she was so responsive. So soft. But when he couldn’t hold back anymore, she cried out, begging for him to stop, and he felt like a complete jerk.
He started to pull out, but she put her hand on his back. “No.
Oh, please, no. Just give me a second.” And so he stayed still until she told him to move, and this time, she moved with him, and then he went and blew his wad, and made it end all too soon.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I didn’t—you’re just—oh, hell. I just wanted you too much.”
“It was wonderful,” she assured him. “Can we do it again?”
He grinned, and told her they could. And since he needed a little time, he spent it kissing every inch of her, until he was hard as stone and she was so, so ready.
They did it once more after that, then she curled up in his arms and they talked for a while.
“Are you thirsty?” he asked after a few moments. “I can get us something.”
“My hero,” she said. “I could drink a gallon of soda.”
“Anything you want.” He hurried to pull on his jeans and shirt, then slipped out the door, looking back at her once before closing it behind him and heading downstairs.
Since he’d forgotten to ask what she wanted, he grabbed a Diet Coke and a Sprite Zero from the giant ice chest on the back porch. He was about to go back inside when Patrick waylaid him.
“Where’ve you been? Grace has been looking for you.”
“Then it’s good that you couldn’t find me.”
Patrick rolled his eyes. “You might as well ask her out again. She’s still got it bad for you, and it’s not like you’re seeing anyone else.”
“True,” he said, because even though it seemed like he was with Kelsey constantly, they’d tried to be less than obvious so that her father wouldn’t find out. “But I don’t have it bad for her.”
Patrick cocked his head, and Wyatt felt like a bug under a microscope. “Is this about the landscape guy’s daughter?”
“What are you talking about?” Wyatt asked, but at the same time he was kicking himself because he sounded so damn guilty. Apparently, he’d make a lousy spy.
“Just a guess. Is she here? Is that why you’ve been hiding?”
“Don’t be an ass.”
“In other words, you’re just really thirsty.” Patrick grinned as he nodded toward the soda cans.
“I’d flip you off, but my hands are full.”
“Whatever, dude. Have fun hanging out in your room by yourself.”
Wyatt rolled his eyes. And then, because it was worth it, he tucked the second soda under his arm to free his hand, then thrust his middle finger in the air.
“Rude,” Patrick said, then laughed.
Wyatt laughed, too, and he was still grinning as he climbed the stairs back to the guest room. He tapped on the door, and was surprised when it swung open a few inches. Well, damn, he’d probably forgotten to shut it all the way, which was a total dick move, since she was undressed and in bed.
Idiot.
“Hey, sorry it took so long,” he said, as he slid inside, and this time closed the door firmly behind him. He glanced toward the bed, expecting that she’d still be under the covers. But the bed was empty. And, he noticed, her clothes were gone.