Wish for You (20 page)

Hearing her say the words,
I love you
, sets my body on fire. “Remind me to let you kiss other guys more often.”

“
You’re not upset?”

“
Not when you’re wearing that.”

I kiss her cheek. “I love you, Lacey. I always have, and I always will. There’s only one woman for me, and you’re it.”

Taking her hand in my mine, I lead her to the bed and sit down on the edge, pulling her between my thighs. She sets the bag she’s holding on the nightstand, and then resumes standing. Running my hands down the sides of her body, I breathe in her scent. I kiss her flat stomach through the sheer material, feeling the muscles contract against my mouth. My hands coast down her hips, down her thighs, until I encounter bare skin, and then I reverse my course, easing up all that flowy material until there’s nothing between her pussy and me.

I lean forward, my tongue darting out to trace the bare skin there. She’s shaved all those red curls into a tiny strip, since the last time I ate her out. “That’s gorgeous.”

“
I thought you might like it.”

“
Love it.”

Bringing my hands in, I gently push her lips apart and almost come at the sight of her wet flesh. Her clit is swollen, begging for my tongue and mouth. I lick her slowly, savoring the taste, and her legs tremble. Her hands come to rest on my shoulders, digging into the skin. Flicking my tongue over her clit, she cries out.

“
Should I let you come now for wearing something so perfect, or should I keep you waiting?”

“
Please don’t make me wait,” she begs. “I want to come now.”

“
But I just started.”

“
You’re really good,” she cries, as I ease a finger inside of her. Hot, wet walls surround it, squeezing me so tight that I growl in response.

“
Be a real good girl, and come for me. If you scream loud enough, then I’ll do it again,” I say right as I lower my mouth. I use my finger and my mouth to make her shake and tremble. I suck, lick, and kiss her, using every trick I know, even making some up as I go along. Then I add another finger and then a third, until she’s riding my hand.

Glancing up at her, with my mouth around her swollen clit, I almost lose it at the sight of her cupping her bouncing tits. I curl my fingers and suck harder.

She screams my name, loud enough to bring the neighbors to my door, but there’s no way in hell I’m stopping. Not until she’s done, not until I’ve been inside of her and made her mine.

I gently ease my fingers out, pulling her on top of me and kissing her. She sucks on my tongue and licks my lips, until I’m the frantic one. I push her down on the bed, her hands shoving at my boxers. Grabbing the bag on the nightstand, I unzip it, shaking out the contents and grabbing the first condom I find. Two seconds later, I’ve rolled it down. I’m ready for her.

Then I check myself. I can’t go hard with her. I’m not ready for a quick fuck. I promised her making love, and that’s what she’s going to get.

Instead, I gaze down at her beautiful face. Love and desire glow in her eyes. “Are you sure?” I ask, needing reassurance to make the final move.

She leans up, hooking a finger on my dog tags and pulling me halfway down. Our lips meet, hers moving against mine as she says, “I wouldn’t be here, in this bed, if I wasn’t. So, get to it, Marine.”

I want her.

I love her.

And I’m going to have her.

I spread her legs, positioning my dick, and then I shove it inside of her.

“
Oh God, Wyatt.” She arches up and off the bed, sending my cock deeper.

My eyes water and roll in the back of my head. Her mouth covers mine, her hands in my hair. I pull out, but her legs clamp around me, and I laugh softly. “Coming right back in, baby.” I roll my hips, and her breath hitches. “Don’t you worry. It’s the rules. I go in, out, and then do it all over again, until you tell me what you like.”

“
More in and less out,” she says, her neck thrown back. I lick at the creamy column, and she gets wetter. “I’m going to feel it later, but I don’t care.”

I hook her arm over my shoulder and thrust hard. “Feel it now?”

She nods, her eyes closed and her mouth open. “Yes.” She spreads her thighs wider, and I lose it. Lowering my body, I pound into her until she’s moaning, and I’m the one roaring her name.

Sweaty and exhausted, I fall to one side and let my breathing return to normal. My heart kicks against my chest. I know I have to get rid of the condom, but I don’t want to leave her just yet. Forget yet, I don’t want to leave her at all.

I slice my gaze to hers. She’s lying there, her chest rapidly rising, with a little smile on her face. “Good for you?”

Her eyes open, and the emotion in them makes me suck in a breath. “It was better than good,” she says softly. “It was beautiful.”

I roll on my side, tracing the deep neckline of her nightie, and dip my head, sucking on a pink nipple until her hands are on my shoulders, pushing me away with an apologetic smile. “It tickles too much right now.”

“
Sorry I neglected these.”

“
There’s always next time.” She wriggles the nightie up and over her head, letting it drop. I have no idea where it lands, and I don’t care. She’s nude, wet, and in my bed.

“
Let me go take care of the condom, and I’ll be right back.” I kiss her softly. Her mouth opens under mine, our tongues once more tangling. I groan, lifting my head. “I have to take care of this.”

I leave the bed, using the bathroom so quickly that my drill sergeant would have been pleased, and return to her. I jump on the bed, tackling her. She laughs, and then kisses me everywhere I allow her to reach.

“
I like the pin-up girl on your hip,” she says. “Is she wearing skates?” She peers closer, and then gasps. “Is that me?”

“
Yes. My pin-up girl is a roller derby girl named Lawless Lucy.”

“
She even has my name on the helmet she’s holding.” Her nose is practically pressed against the tattoo I had inked over in Germany while on leave. “And my team colors.”

“
She’s a redhead, too.”

Lacey peers up at me from beneath her lashes. “She’s too pretty to be me.”

“
No one is as pretty as you,” I disagree.

“
I’m a little sore,” she says, sitting up and wincing. “Actually, I’m more than a little sore. Can we do this again later?”

I knew she would be. “Only if you sleep with me.”

“
Should I go get my pajamas?”

Giving her a wry grin, I say, “Already wearing mine, but it’s up to you.”

“
I want to try sleeping without pajamas, but I need to use the bathroom first.” She hops out of bed and leaves the room, returning a few minutes later still wearing nothing. She shivers, wrapping her arms around herself as she walks in.

She turns off the lights, but the moon casts her in a blue-white light, making her look ethereal as she walks to me.

“
Climb inside.” I lift the covers, and she slides inside. Her skin isn’t quite as cold as she thinks it is, but it’s cold enough that I shiver, too.

“
Guess we’ll have to use each other for body heat.” Her nipples are hard little points against my chest and, despite my best intentions, the more she wiggles around to get settled, the harder I get.

“
I thought we weren’t going to make love again,” she whispers.

“
We’re not. It’s just… you’re in my bed, all nude, soft, and curvy. I can’t help my reaction to you.”

“
Well, you’re in bed with me, all nude, muscled, and hard in all the right places. I can’t help my reaction to you.” She kisses my throat, flicking her tongue out as she gets closer to my jaw. “Can we do other things?”

“
You’re not too tired?”

“
No.”

“
Then we can do other things.”

She slides her body down mine, kissing me along the way. I funnel my fingers through her hair when she gets to my dick. She presses small kisses to the head, and then licks me.

“
Help me,” she says, and nips at me. “You taste so good.”

I puff out air, take a big gulp, and let loose a string of curses that make no damn sense. I wrap her hair around my hand, pulling her back. “Open wide and take as much as you can.”

Her lips open eagerly, and my cock disappears inside her hot mouth.

“
Holy fu—” I groan. “Use your tongue, too, and I’ll do the rest.”

She nods, her tongue flattening against me. I push and pull, telling her when to suck harder or use her tongue. I watch her, wishing I’d left the lights on so I could see better. She’s a fast learner and pretty soon, she’s sucking me hard. Her head bobs up and down on me, and I want to come right then.

I push her head down and then pull on her hair, just a little tug. “Last time, baby. Then I have to come.” She sucks me harder in response, and I struggle not to shove my cock deeper.

“
Move, baby.” I pull her head away, and my dick pops out of her mouth. Grabbing her hand, I wrap it around my cock. “Move it up and down.” My skin is slick from her, and the friction she creates sends me over the edge.

I barely remember telling her what to do next. All I remember is the touch of her hands, of a warm cloth, and then her body pressing against mine.

I blink up at the ceiling, halfway expecting to see Nathan, but there’s nothing there. Smiling, I fall asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Lacey

I wake up with a start, sweating and disoriented.

“
Where am I?” I moan, pressing my hand against my frantic heart. “Where are my clothes?”

I whimper, looking around the room and not really seeing anything. It’s all dark, long shadows being cast. I whimper again, twisting on my hair so hard that it actually hurts. I want to get up, but I can’t. I’m too scared. Of what, I don’t know. I want to leave, but I can’t.

“
Please help.” I bring up my legs, wrapping my free arm around them, and start to rock. “Please. Please. Please.”

Someone grabs my arm and I scream, shoving and kicking my way off the bed. I run to the nearest corner and sink down, my fingers in my mouth. I suck on them, finding comfort.

“
Lacey, sweetheart. What’s wrong?”

Wrong?
I frown and realize I’m sore between my legs. Touching myself, I come away with something wet. My hands shake, and my legs stop holding me up. I fall all the way to the floor. “Help me. Mommy. Help me. Daddy. Wyatt, please… help me.”

The lights come on, and I blink up at the hulking figure. The figure kneels in front of me, and I shrink back.

“
It’s me, Wyatt.” He rubs my shoulder, and I push my hair out of my eyes.

Reality comes crashing down, everything that just happened replaying in my mind, and I start shrinking from him for a different reason. “Get away from me,” I shout, shoving his arm away.

“
Not happening, baby.” He scoots closer and then sits on the floor right beside me, leaning his head against the wall. “I’m going to sit here, right by you, where I belong, until you’re ready to get up.”

“
I don’t want to get up. I just want you to go away.” I don’t think my heart has ever pounded this hard, not since… My head begins to hurt, and I press my hands against it.

Wyatt moves closer, until his body bumps mine. He doesn’t try to grab me, pick me up, or do anything at all. He just sits and waits.

I wait, too, but as my heart stops racing, my head starts pounding harder. I sit up, sniffing, and then lay my head in his lap. Tears seep from beneath my closed eyes.

Wyatt rubs my head, gently combing his fingers through my head while he hums.

I let out a shaky sigh. “What song is that?”

“
One my grandmother would sing to me when I was scared.”

“
Why would you be scared?”

“
When I was in Afghanistan, I was scared a lot. They tried to keep us busy though, so we wouldn’t have time to deal with it, but the nights…” He exhales and looks across the room. “I wished on so many shooting stars. So many times, I wished that I could have a guarantee to see you again, that I would hold your hand, watch you skate, and smile at me at work. That one day we’d get married. I wished for a couple of kids, a dog… maybe a boat and a patch of land to call my own.”