27. Josie

27

JOSIE

" D o you want some wine?" Wyatt called out from his kitchen.

"Sure." I replied, keeping my eyes firmly on the view before me. When Wyatt invited me over for dinner, he'd failed to mention he lived in the penthouse. I didn't even know our apartment building had a penthouse.

The view was amazing. Up on the 15th floor, you could see most of downtown Toronto. I was certain I could see part of the stadium from here. The slow descent of the sun cast a golden glow over the city.

I can't wait to see what it looks like with all the city lights.

"Here you go." Wyatt appeared at my side and handed me a glass of wine.

"Thanks." I looked away from the view to an even better one. Wyatt was casually dressed in a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt, and damn, he looked amazing. "Why didn't you tell me you have such a great view? My window overlooks the parking lot."

That wasn't the only drastic difference between our apartments. Aside from the view, Wyatt's apartment was at least three times the size of mine—and I hadn't considered mine small. I had a decent sized apartment with a kitchen and dining room, living room, good sized bedroom and bathroom.

From the moment I walked through Wyatt's door, I was greeted by a spacious living area and stunning floor-to-ceiling windows. A full-sized kitchen with gorgeous countertops were to the right, with a huge dining table off to the side.

Before I got sidetracked with the view of the city, I noticed a staircase on the opposite side of the room that I assumed led to the master bedroom. There also appeared to be a hallway leading to other rooms. All in all, the place was incredible.

"The view at night is great, but sunrise is the best."

"I can imagine. Bet the view was the selling point."

"It was. Well, for me it was. When I brought my mom over for a look, it was the kitchen that sold her."

I smiled at the mention of his mom. He spoke about her often, and it was clear as day that he loved her very much.

"Whenever she's over you can't pry her from the kitchen," Wyatt continued.

"Do your brothers come over often?"

"My older brother Landon will come over for a few beers and a game, once in a while. My younger brother Mateo would live here if he could. Says it's a real ‘babe magnet'."

"Total babe magnetic," I agreed with a nod.

"When he's not busy with school and sports he'll come spend a night or two."

Part of me was jealous of Wyatt's brother. I always wanted a sibling. To have your own built-in best friend, and even if you got mad at each other, you got over it quickly.

"They sound really great."

"They are. My younger brother has a game this weekend," Wyatt said, and I thought I heard hesitation in his voice. "Do you want to go?"

Was he asking me to meet his family?

"You don't have to," he quickly amended. "Just thought I'd extend the invitation."

Meeting his family sounded nerve-wracking as hell. I couldn't remember the last time I met a guy's family, especially one as close as Wyatt's.

What if they don't like me?

The people-pleaser in me wanted them to like me—and I got the sense that it would mean a lot to Wyatt too.

"They wouldn't mind if I tagged along?" I finally asked.

"Not at all," Wyatt shook his head. "Think about it, there's no rush."

Agreeing to meet his family wasn't a simple decision. Meeting them meant things between us were getting a bit more serious.

"Hungry?" he asked after a moment.

"Starving."

"You did not," I said.

"I did. Trevor bet that I couldn't, so I climbed onto the roof and jumped in the pool."

"You're crazy," I laughed and shook my head.

"I like things that make my heart race." He looked right at me. I may have had a couple glasses of wine, but there was no mistaking the heat in his gaze. The tension between us was so thick you could cut the air with a knife.

The two of us had skirted around the sexual tension all night. From the moment I stepped into his kitchen and watched him cook, I'd found the scene strangely erotic. It only intensified as we ate, exchanging sultry looks that did nothing to abate the growing ache between my legs. I was pretty sure Wyatt knew it too, because every time I shifted in my seat his eyes trailed over me.

Now, our dinner long since finished, we sat together on his plush, leather couch and gazed out at the night sky. My body was curled towards his, knees resting against him, his hand on my thigh. It was beyond difficult to not imagine his hand moving higher.

"Josie?"

I looked up from his hand—I hadn't heard a single word he'd said. "Hmm?"

"What were you thinking about?"

"Oh…uh, nothing."

"Nothing, huh?" His hand tightened its grip on my thigh as I studied his face. The look in his eyes flamed the fire inside of me that's burned since we met.

"Yep?" Although it came out more as a question.

Just kiss him already.

"Although I could be convinced to tell you." My new-found confidence surprised even me.

"Is that right?" he murmured.

I nodded, swallowing thickly.

"What would it take to convince you?"

Our bodies inched together, eliminating any space left between us.

"There's a number of ways," I whispered as I leaned forward so our lips brushed together. My plan to tease him a little flew out the window as Wyatt pressed his mouth against mine, deepening the kiss. Our lips moved in sync, and when his tongue teased the seam of my mouth, I eagerly reciprocated, letting our tongues entwine.

I was so lost in the haze of the kiss that I didn't notice Wyatt's hand moving upwards until I suddenly found myself straddling him. It was as though my body had a mind of its own, as I settled in his lap.

Feeling the hard length of him through my jeans, I rubbed against him, satisfied I wasn't the only one turned on. The sound of Wyatt's moans enticed me to grind down harder.

Is there anything sexier than hearing a man moan for you?

Wyatt's hands gripped my ass, and at his encouragement, I circled my hips against him. My fingers ran through his hair, tugging at the base of his neck.

"I'm going to need you to stop, babe," he murmured against my lips.

"Why?" I kissed the side of his mouth, moving along his jaw.

"I want you to be completely sure this is what you want." As he spoke his hands still gripped my ass, moving me back and forth on his lap.

There's nothing I want more than this. I want to feel every inch of him, inside and out.

For once I wasn't going to let self-doubt creep in and ruin the moment.

Pulling back, I gently tugged his hair, our gazes leveled. I needed him to see I spoke the truth.

"I want this. Do you?" I heard the echo of insecurity in my voice, but I ignored it.

"Do you feel this?" Wyatt asked, as he flexed his hips upwards, making me gasp at his hardness. "This is what you do to me."

The intensity in his eyes lit every inch of me on fire. "So yes, I want this."

I barely let him get the words out before I kissed him again. He met me with the same amount of fervor, and my hands moved from his hair to the bottom of his shirt, tugging it upwards.

As his shirt got stuck on his chin, I giggled. Laughing, Wyatt lifted his arms, helping me pull it the rest of the way off, before discarding it over the side of the couch. I leaned back on his thighs taking in the view.

Seeing him shirtless in person was a hundred times better than on the billboards around town. My fingers and mouth itched to caress every muscular ridge. Even sitting down, I could see his eight pack.

Hockey players really are in the best shape.

Wyatt's eyes twinkled as I took in the sight, and I made a silent vow that I would know every inch of his body by night's end.

When his hands tugged at the bottom of my sweater, I hesitated for a second before raising my arms. It'd been a while since anyone saw me shirtless, let alone naked. In my last relationship, we'd only slept together twice, and it was always him, him, him . The sex was mediocre at best, and I never once finished.

It took a lot to get me to the spot where I could even think about sleeping with someone else after my abusive ex—where I didn't criticize everything about myself in the mirror, letting his words take control over me.

I fought against the urge to cover myself once he tugged my shirt off. Though all thoughts escaped me as Wyatt leaned forward and pressed his lips between the valley of my breasts. My breath hitched, and my nipples immediately hardened beneath my simple black bra.

When Wyatt tilted his head up to look at me, I almost groaned at the loss of his lips on me. His hair was mused from my fingers and his blue eyes looked a shade darker.

"You are stunning," he whispered. I felt the heat rise into my cheeks at his words, but I forgot my self-consciousness as he peppered kisses along the tops of my breasts. The sensation of his thumbs brushing the skin at my hips sent goosebumps rushing across my skin.

"Can I?" His hands moved around to my back, his fingers playing with the clasp of my bra. The fact he asked for permission made me smile. At my nod, he flicked the clasp, his eyes following the straps as they slid down my arms.

As my bra fell to my lap, Wyatt stared at my breasts like it was Christmas morning. They weren't big by any means—my ex once mentioned that I should get a boob job. Yet, right now, I didn't feel an ounce of insecurity about them.

How could I, when Wyatt looked at them like they were the best thing he's ever seen?

He wasted no time in leaning in, latching his mouth around one stiff nipple while he massaged my other breast with his hand.

Having my nipples played with had never done much for me in the past, but the way Wyatt licked, sucked, and nibbled sent my back with pleasure. I gripped his shoulders, grinding my hips against his lap, as he moved from one breast to the other.

I could feel the wetness soaking through my underwear and dampening my jeans.

I don't think I've ever felt this turned on in my life.

"Wyatt," I breathed, needing to feel more of him. All of him.

"What do you want, baby?" He pulled back and I whimpered in protest.

"You."

"I'm already yours," he said as he stood, cupping my ass with his hands, before gently lowering me until my feet touched the floor.

He unbuttoned my jeans and tried pulling them down, but my jeans were tight and didn't budge. My lips twitched as he tugged harder, making me rock against him.

"What the hell are these made of?" he grumbled.

"Put those muscles to use," I teased. The little glare he flashed me made me grin.

Wyatt sat on the couch, making it easier for him to yank my jeans off before casting them to the side. It didn't escape me that with me standing before him, his head was directly in front of my pussy. My thin, purple underwear did little to hide how turned on I was.

If I'd known this morning that I'd end up at Wyatt's, I would have worn matching lingerie.

Thankfully, my underwear seemed to be the least of his concerns.

"Look how wet you are," he murmured, reaching forward and gently pushing apart my thighs to widen my stance.

Frozen in anticipation, I could do nothing but stand there, legs spread, as he rubbed his thumb over my panties, directly over my clit. My hips bucked, and I instinctively grabbed his head to keep myself upright. Wyatt gripped the front of my panties and yanked them upwards between my folds. At the sight, he growled softly.

Keeping his grip on my underwear he grabbed my left leg and lifted it up over his shoulder, spreading me open even more. I held my breath as he leaned forward, pressing his lips directly over my clit through my underwear, causing my eyes to roll back.

He's barely touched me yet and I'm already coming undone.

I forced myself to look down and found him staring up at me from between my legs.

Damn, that's hot.

Keeping his eyes on me, he pulled my underwear to the side and ran his tongue along my pussy in one long lick.

This is by far the most erotic moment of my life.

Wyatt continued licking my pussy, and he groaned into me, sending a rush of vibration through me that made me weak at the knees.

It was like just by tasting me, it unlocked whatever resolve he had left. All I could do was hold onto his head as he ate my pussy like a man starved.

I had no idea what he did with his tongue, but my toes curled into his carpet as my eyes closed with the bliss of it. Losing control of myself, I ground against his face, using his hair as my anchor. Any insecurities I'd had were long gone as I completely lost myself to his touch.

My legs trembled as he drew me closer to the edge. No one had ever made me climax this way before, and yet I was mere seconds away from coming all over his face.

"Wyatt," I moaned, so close, when he suddenly pulled back. My eyes shot open as I gasped.

Wyatt stared up at me, licking his lips before giving me a satisfied moan. The lower half of his face had a sheen to it.

I'm literally all over his face.

"Why did you stop?" I panted, my body trying to come to terms with the sudden loss of his touch.

"Because," he tapped my swollen clit with one finger, making me jerk. "When you come, it's going to be all over my cock while it's deep inside of you."