It’s a look I recognize. One I want desperately. It’s how she looks before she kisses me. She nibbles on the corner of her lips and tiptoes her fingers up my shoulder, then snatches them away. “Sorry. I’m trying to be good.”

“Me, too,” I say, my voice dry.

Hers is a soft whisper. “It’s hard.”

I sigh. “So hard sometimes.”

“Is it working? Being good?”

“I want to be a good guy, Natalie.”

“You are a good guy, Wyatt. You’re here.”

I park my hands under my head, as if I’m cuffing them. “And that proves I’m succeeding?

She nods. “I think so.”

“You give me more credit than I deserve,” I say, and let my gaze drift to the ceiling. If I look at her, I’ll try to touch her. If I stare into those eyes another second, I’ll be lost in all this desire.

“You deserve more credit than you give yourself.” Her tone is earnest and firm, and it hooks into me.

“I wouldn’t be so sure I deserve any credit. You have no idea . . .”

She pushes up higher on her elbow. I can see her face now as she speaks. “No idea what? What it’s like to work beside someone you want? What it’s like to be inches away from him or her? What it’s like to have that person and then fight like hell to resist that person?”

27

Dragging a hand through my hair, I try to draw a breath full of sanity, but the only thing I’m inhaling right now is the scent of her. Of how much I want her.

“I have all those ideas, too,” I say harshly. “Because I’m so fucking turned on being near you. Then you say all that, and what am I supposed to do but want you even more?”

A tiny grin appears on her face. “So we’re even, then.”

I laugh lightly. “Even Steven.”

She wiggles her eyebrows. “Look on the bright side. I told you I wouldn’t hurt your beautiful balls.”

“The balls and I thank you.”

She licks her lips, and her next words come out like a sultry song. “How can I thank you for tonight?” Her eyes drift down my face, then she’s eying my chest, my waist, and finally the bulge in my jeans that she caused.

I’m losing this battle—losing it hard. All my plans to be a good guy are shot to hell when her hand follows her eyes. “They’re definitely okay?” she asks, all innocent and concerned, her palm hovering millimeters away from the package.

I shrug lightly and throw in the towel. “Can’t hurt to check.”

She cups me through my jeans, her palm wrapping around my cock then sliding between my legs, over the fabric of my jeans.

I hiss.

In a flurry, she straddles me, grabs my wrists, and pins them behind my head as she rocks up and down on my hard cock.

“Nat,” I groan, like a warning. “What are we doing?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know. But when I get near you like this, my body takes over. I just want to touch you everywhere.” She runs her nails down my chest. “Grind against your dick,” she says, and demonstrates how she likes that, too.

I groan loudly. “You kill me when you say that stuff. Your dirty mouth is my guilty pleasure.”

“Never feel guilty about pleasure.” She lowers her face, the soft hair in her ponytail swishing against my neck and her mouth near my ear. “There’s something I haven’t done with you.”

My muscles tighten with anticipation. “What is it?”

“I want to know what you taste like. Do you want that?”

In a second, I break free from her grip on my wrists to grab her hips, making her ride me. “So fucking much.”

“You sure?”

I’m not above begging. “Please suck my dick.”

Her eyes widen with desire as she rubs against me. Teasing. Deliberately toying with me.

I grasp her face and start to push her head down. “I need your mouth on me, sweetheart.”

“It turns me on to hear you beg for it,” she says in a sexy purr. “Can you say please again?”

I rock up into her, letting her feel the steel in my jeans. “Nat,” I growl. “I’m begging you. Please suck me off.”

She closes her eyes, the expression on her face as if she’s dirty dreaming. “I want to taste you coming in my throat.”

A tremor of lust rattles through my body. I’ve got to have her now. I push her off my crotch and point to my hard-on. “Unzip my pants and get those sexy lips wrapped around my dick. Stop talking and start sucking.”

She arches an eyebrow and works open my zipper. I help her along, lifting my ass, and pushing down my jeans and briefs to my thighs. In a second, her head is between my legs, and the tease continues. It’s the most fantastic kind of torture from her tongue as she flicks it over the head, leaving me wanting so much more.

“C’mon, Nat.”

“C’mon what?” She lifts her face and wiggles an eyebrow. “I want to play.”

“Then kiss the tip,” I command and grasp the back of her head, tugging her down.

She moans as she draws the head of my cock between her warm lips. I want to sing from the pleasure. From the sheer, sweet heat of her wet tongue on my dick.

“So good,” I say roughly, rubbing my dick against her lips. She moves with me, circling her tongue over the tip as I glide it across her lips. Desire rushes in my veins as I feel her hot breath on my cock.