Wyatt inhaled deeply, hugged her ribs tightly, and then pushed his tongue past the closed seam of her lips. He was fire in her stomach. He was the cool breeze and the scent of tree sap. He was everywhere and everything, filling her senses.
The only thing that was familiar about his kiss was his taste. Harper lifted the hem of her oversize night shirt as she straddled his lap, and Wyatt angled his face the other way, deepening their kiss.
Harper hesitated, her hands hovering just above his chest, but he pushed forward to meet them, and there he was. So warm and taut against her palms. His heartbeat was racing. She smiled into the kiss. Hers was racing, too.
Wyatt ran his hands under her shirt, over her panties, up her waist and ribs, and when he cupped her breasts, she moaned a helpless sound and leaned into him, encouraging his touch. A throaty growl rattled Wyatt’s chest just under her palms, and gooseflesh raised over her arms at the sexy sound.
“Get a room!” Ryder called from inside. “I can hear you making out.”
They did have a room, but Weston the professional cock-blocker was sleeping on the floor right beside Wyatt’s bed.
Wyatt chuckled against her mouth and stood, taking her with him, straddled around his hips while he held the backs of her knees in place. So he could see where he was walking them, Harper lowered her lips to his neck and sucked gently. His growl was now steady, and louder. It wasn’t the sound of anger, but the sound of satisfaction.
Wyatt’s erection was hard against her soaking panties.
“Tell me you’ve sobered up.”
“My dragon burned off the alcohol hours ago,” she rushed out. “And I’m on birth control. Foolproof. A capsule in my arm keeps me safe for five years at a time.”
Wyatt lengthened his stride and took her straight into the shadows of the tree line. He gathered her hair at the base of her neck and eased her head back as he leaned his shoulder blades against a tree. He held her captivated for the span of three breaths before he snarled his lip back and clamped his teeth onto the healing skin of her neck, then released her, teasing her with a mark.
“Do it,” she pleaded. They’d talked about him claiming her when they were teenagers, and she never thought she would get this second chance. “Please.”
“Harper,” Wyatt groaned, rocking his hips against her. He spun them and settled her on her feet, pressed her back against the tree. “We aren’t there yet.”
The pain in her middle at his rejection was instant. Slowly, she let her hands glide down his chest. Canting her head, she asked, “We aren’t there, or you aren’t there?”
Wyatt shook his head and looked off into the woods with an unfathomable expression. “A claiming mark is a big deal, and you’re just getting to know me again. I want you to be sure when you ask for it next time.”
He was still punishing himself then. Narrowing her eyes in a challenge, she leaned forward and bit down on his pec, just over his pounding heartbeat. She clenched her jaw harder when he let off a helpless sound and bucked his hips. She wouldn’t break his skin until he begged for it. And oh, she was going to get him to beg because she was good and done with waiting around for the man she wanted.
Hooking her fingers in the elastic band of his sweats, she pushed them down slowly, brushing her finger down the length of his swollen shaft as she went. It jumped and throbbed under her touch, and she couldn’t help her smile. Mine, mine, mine.
Inside of her, the dragon that had been so unreachable earlier was drawn up, practically shooting off roman candles with excitement. After Harper pulled her touch from his shaft, he grunted, fell forward, and locked his arms against the tree as she dropped to her knees.
As she looked up and offered him a wicked grin, his eyes turned the color of ice. His chest was heaving, his arms flexed against the tree, abs so tight she could sleep in the damned trenches between each one. Slowly, teasing, she slid her hand down to his base and kissed the salty drop off the tip of his cock. Wyatt straightened and cupped the back of her head. He lifted his chin in that cocky masculine way of his she’d always loved. Guiding her, he pulled her closer and muttered a soft curse when she slid her lips over him. His hips jerked, and she knew she had him.
She taunted, because that was his real punishment for denying her. Harper took him slowly, then eased back. She ran her nails up his leg and cupped his balls on the next. Wyatt wasn’t so patient now as he held her and thrusted into her mouth faster.
Faster and faster she took him until he jerked out of her mouth and released her head. Closing his eyes, he blew out three soft “Fucks,” then pulled her up against the tree. “Don’t want to come in your mouth. Not for our first time.”
First time. They’d been together a dozen times when they were eighteen, but she understood. It hadn’t been like this. They both had more experience now, and were different people. After all they’d been through, it was easy to appreciate the importance of his moment.
Wyatt’s lips were all over hers, his tongue dipping rhythmically past her lips as he pressed his entire body onto her. Easing back by an inch, he pulled her shirt over her head and threw it onto the forest floor and, ooooh, she was melting. Melting into the tree, melting against his fiery skin, melting into this moment. She was so wet, her panties were soaking through. Wyatt leaned down and drew one of her nipples into his mouth until it tingled and drew up into a tight bud.
Arching her back against the tree, Harper looked up into the forest canopy above her and wondered how she’d gone so long without this. Without his mouth on her, without this feeling of completion. Wyatt dragged burning kisses up her chest and to her neck, allowing a hint of his teeth, and she was gone. He pushed his hand down the front of her panties and let off a long, feral sound when he slid his touch through the wetness he’d conjured between her legs. His breath hitching, he pushed his finger into her, gave her a few graceful strokes, then added another. She knew what he was doing. Wyatt was huge, and he was making sure she was ready for him.