I’ve never been with anyone that I’ve had to work with before and knew that I should have stayed far away from him, but much like the night I met Wyatt, I was shocked that he wanted anything to do with me. My self-consciousness is a serious burden when it comes to men.
Elijah is a doctor, and he’s made it more than obvious that he would like to see me again, but I keep pushing him away. I don’t like him, not in that way. He seems like a nice enough guy, but he’s not my type at all. There is always something just missing when it comes to him.
Well, not just something. I couldn’t come with him, and although that’s not the sole reason I didn’t want to date him, he wasn’t rugged enough for me. He’s nothing like Wyatt, actually he’s the complete opposite. I didn’t even realize what I wanted at the time, I just knew he was too—soft.
“I was hoping I would run into you again, soon,” he begins, and my stomach drops.
I know what he wants, what he’s going to ask, it’s how he starts off every conversation. The elevator doors open and we walk out together. I head toward the destination of my parked car, which is not where the doctors have their private spaces. He follows me, and I let out a sigh.
“How have you been?” I chance asking, hoping that he will get the hint.
A slow smile appears on his lips and his eyes almost sparkle, and that’s when I know that I’ve given him an accidental go-ahead. Damn. He opens his mouth, just as we turn down the aisle where my car is. He turns his head, snaps his mouth shut and stops.
I lift my eyes, following his line of sight and my entire body sways.
Wyatt.
Wyatt is standing against the passenger side of my car, his ass leaning against the door, his ankles crossed in front of him and his arms across his chest. I lick my lips at the sight of him, watching as he pushes off of my car and takes a couple of steps toward us.
“Hey, sugar,” he murmurs, his light brown eyes focused on me and nowhere else.
“Hey,” I breathe.
“I’m Doctor Elijah Madison,” Elijah interrupts.
Wyatt doesn’t even flinch, his eyes stay on mine and he snorts. “Good for you.”
My mouth drops open as his arm drops, reaches out for me and tugs my body against his own. Placing my palms on his chest, I tip my head back to look up at him, my eyes focusing on his lips beneath his beard. They’re full, begging to be kissed, and I wonder how I’ve stayed away for as long as I have. Maybe I’m just exhausted, and delirious, maybe I just want him that much.
“Well,” Elijah huffs. I hear his shoes clicking down the otherwise quiet concrete parking structure.
“Guy’s a fuckin’ douche,” Wyatt rumbles.
I press my lips together, trying not to laugh. “What are you doing here?” I ask, changing the subject.
He dips his chin, his nose running along my temple. “I don’t know. I just had to see you and I didn’t know where you lived. I took a chance and saw your car,” he murmurs against the side of my ear.
A shiver rolls through my body. My fingers grip his shoulders as his breath washes over the side of my face. I want him. I can’t deny that I do. He’s exactly what I didn’t know I wanted in life. He’s rugged, too handsome for me, kind-hearted, loyal to his family and friends, and the best lover I’ve ever had.
I wish that I could keep him.
Chapter Seven
WYATT
I have to go and pick up Rylan soon, but I took a chance to see if she was here. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her, about what she said, about how brave she was when she helped me with Channing. Then she talked to the sheriff and backed my self-defense claim, I mean it was true, but she could have said anything.
“You’re up early,” she points out.
I smirk, lifting my lips from the side of her face so that I can look into her gorgeous blue eyes. “I’m leaving for work. Gotta pick up Rylan in Gallup.”
“You drove thirty minutes one way, out of your way, just to talk to me?” she asks with an exhale.
I shrug. “Don’t have your number, can’t get you off my mind,” I admit.
She releases me, taking a step back and I find that I miss having her curvy body against my own. I love the way she feels pressed up against me, especially her full tits.
Those fucking tits of hers are my goddamn downfall. I can still see them when I close my eyes, fuck, I want all of her again so goddamn bad that my entire body aches—not just my dick.
“We wouldn’t work. I don’t want to date anyone, Wyatt. Nobody.”
Opening my eyes, I look down at her. She’s lying. She’s thinking stupid fucking shit and I wonder if there’s any way that she won’t always think it. She wants me, I can tell by the slight flare to her nostrils, the way she stands with her thighs really fucking close together like she’s clenching them. I bet if her bra wasn’t padded, I’d see her nipples hard and aching for my mouth.
Yeah. She’s a goddamn liar.
“Why wouldn’t we work, because of your past?” I ask, arching a brow. Her eyes close slowly and she nods once before she opens them to look over at me again.
Reaching out, I tuck a small piece of hair that’s come loose from her ponytail. “Sugar, I got a shit past too. No reason why our futures can’t be good, just because our pasts fucking suck.”
With a sigh, she leans against my palm as I cup her cheek. Fuck, she’s so sweet. I want to keep her, I can’t walk away from her, not now, not ever. This is the girl I was meant to have, I just have to talk her around to me.
“I really like you, Wyatt. If there was a man that I could want, could see myself with, it would be you.”
I grunt, taking a step closer to her again. Sliding my arm around her waist, I pull her against my chest, still cupping her cheek. Lowering my face, I brush my mouth across hers, just a light touch of my lips against her own.
“Sugar, you can have me, fucking hell, I’m practically on my knees beggin’ for a taste of you, again,” I rasp against her mouth.
She shivers in my arms, her breaths coming out in soft pants. I wish that I could strip her bare, right here, show her just how fucking bad I want her. Her arms lift, winding around my shoulders and she presses her lips to mine.
I groan when her tongue traces my lips. Moving my hand from her cheek, I cup the back of her head and hold her angled to my advantage as I take over the kiss.
Exeter whimpers and I swallow the sound, loving the noises she makes, wishing I were inside of her when she made them instead of standing in this fucking parking garage. Slowly, I break the kiss, nibbling on her bottom lip. I have to leave for work soon, and she’s yet to agree to see me again.
“Dinner, Friday?” I ask.
She chews on her bottom lip, a lip that is swollen from my mouth, a lip that I can’t help but imagine what it would look like wrapped around my cock. I want that, I want her, I want everything.
“I work Friday night,” she murmurs.
I can’t tell if she’s lying or telling me the truth. I don’t release her, deciding I like the way her arms feel around my neck, the way her body feels against mine. I want her here, always. She inhales through her nose, then exhales out of those swollen lips.