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She pulls me closer by my shirt, kissing me hard enough that I stumble the last half step into her. Something clatters behind us, probably one of the forks we abandoned beside the sink.
Neither of us gives a shit.
My mouth finds hers again, then her cheek, her jaw, and she tips her head back as my lips trail lower. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and the little breath she lets out is almost killing me.
We’re both panting now.
"Enough," I growl, cutting off the kiss. I snag her wrist, lacing my fingers through hers in a grip that borders on bruising, and jerk her away from the counter. "Bedroom. Now."
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QUINN
All In
The bedroom door barely clicks shut before Wyatt is kissing me again.
There’s no light except the orange glow coming through the blinds, striping the floor and catching pieces of him as he backs me toward the bed.
His hand is still wrapped around mine from the hallway, but I let go so I can grab his shirt instead and pull him closer.
His mouth crashes into mine, and I kiss him back just as hard, my hands already pushing under his shirt because suddenly even that thin layer of cotton feels like too much between us.
The backs of my knees hit the mattress.
Wyatt catches my waist before I can fall backward, and for half a second we’re both standing there, breathing hard against each other.
“Still okay?”
“Extremely okay.” I tug at his shirt. “And you can stop checking every thirty seconds.”
“I’m always going to check.”
He says it like a fact, even now, when his breathing is rough and his hands are gripping my waist like he’s having trouble keeping them still.
Something squeezes inside my chest.
“Fine.” I grab the hem of his shirt. “Then check while you’re taking this off.”
His laugh is breathless. “Bossy. I fucking love it.”
He pulls the shirt over his head, and I barely get a second to look at him before he catches mine and does the same. My shirt lands somewhere behind us. I don’t even see where.
Then we’re kissing again.
He lowers me onto the bed and follows, and the first press of his bare chest against mine makes my thoughts scatter completely. I run my hands over his shoulders, down his back, feeling muscle shift beneath my palms as his mouth leaves mine and moves along my jaw.
“Wyatt.”
“Yeah.”
His lips find that spot beneath my ear, and my whole body reacts before I can decide how it should. My back arches, my fingers dig into his shoulders, and a sound slips out of me that I’ve definitely never made before.
He stills for half a second. “I like that sound, baby. Can you make it again for me?”
He kisses the same spot again.
The sound happens again.
