Wild Rekindled Love (5 page)

What will happen when we are alone?

She shook her head and tried to forget about how he made her body crave his with nothing more than a kiss. “I can’t think of that right now. We need to discuss what happens from here. I need to know what he is going to want from me as far as Samantha goes. Hell! She doesn’t even know who her father is! How in the hell am I going to explain this to her?”

Turning left onto Quarterhorse Drive, she squinted as she tried to read the addresses until she realized the one she sought obviously sat on the corner. His Harley was in the driveway.

Inhaling sharply, her gaze skimmed over the large house. The lights shone brightly out the front window of the house, when she noticed the lack of curtains on the living room windows and smiled. He never had been one for decorations. His apartment when he was in school hardly had a stick of furniture except the bed they shared on so many occasions. Closing her eyes to the pain in her heart, she felt hot tears burn the back of her eyelids for a moment. It had been the hardest thing she had ever had to do, the day she told him she didn’t love him and walked away. He had come by several times for days after that, but she couldn’t see him. She would never have been able to let him walk away again if she had seen him, so she locked herself in her room and refused to come out until he had left town. Now he was back and she didn’t know how she would be able to handle him being so close, but she knew she had to figure it out. He had a right to know his daughter, she supposed. After all, it wasn’t his choice to leave.

She walked up to the front and raised her hand to knock, but hesitated for a moment, biting her lip. Taking a deep breath, she rapped a couple of times and waited.

“I’m coming,” she heard him shout from somewhere off in the distance, but as soon as he opened the door her heart slammed against her ribs. Pressure built between her legs and she had to shift slightly in a vain attempt to relieve it while she swallowed,
hard
.

Holy hot damn! I’m in trouble now!

Chapter Four

Wyatt stood leaning against the doorjamb with his shoulder while she surveyed his bare chest. He cocked his head slightly to the side when her gaze traveled down the smattering of chest hair to his belly button and the thin line that disappeared at the waistband of his jeans. He cleared his throat and her gaze ricocheted back to his face. Heat crawl up her neck and splash across her cheeks.

He crossed his arms over the tempting flesh of his broad chest and said, “Something I can do for you?”

“Well…” Her voice squeaked and she had to clear her throat and try again. “I thought we should talk.”

“Talk.” The corners of his mouth lifted in a smile that she hadn’t seen in a very long time—one that could curl her toes in her boots, just like it was right now.

“Yeah. I mean we haven’t had a chance to talk and I think we need to get some things straightened out.”

His arm swept to the side. “By all means, come on in then so we can…talk.”

She frowned for a moment before she stepped over the threshold and moved to walk past him. The scent of his cologne and male musk sent her desire into a raging inferno and she stutter-stepped slightly when she neared him.

Damn it! This is going to be harder than I thought.

“Have a seat.” He motioned toward the couch. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No thanks.” She gingerly took a seat on the leather sofa and slid her hands between her knees to try to stop them from shaking when he took the seat next to her. “You have no idea how hard this is for me, Wyatt.”

“You don’t think it was hard on me when you forced me to leave nine years ago?”

A tear formed at the corner of her eye and she brushed it away with her fingertips, but she couldn’t look at him. She didn’t want to see the pain on his face—the pain she put there. “I did what I thought would be the best thing for all involved.”

“The best thing for whom? It sure in the hell wasn’t the best thing for me.”

“I did it for you, so you wouldn’t drop out of school.”

“Me? You didn’t even ask me what I wanted. All you thought about was yourself. You didn’t give a shit about me or the daughter you carried in your belly—my daughter.” He jumped to his feet and started to pace as he raked his fingers through his hair. “I don’t even know her. God! She’s nine years old and I don’t even know her at all. I’m assuming by the complete lack of recognition on her part, she doesn’t know who I am.”

“No.”

“What the fuck did you tell her? That I left you? That I died?”

The pain in his eyes sliced her heart to ribbons and she rubbed the spot on her chest right above where the shattering organ lay. “It hasn’t come up in conversation yet. She’s just started asking about you lately. Up until now, she just accepted things the way they were.”

Head tipped back on his shoulders, he said, “You realize I want to be a father to her.”

“I know,” she whispered and a tear slipped down her cheek. “I know it won’t make up for what happened, but I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to say.”

Turquoise eyes leveled on her. “Has anyone else been raising my daughter?”

She chuckled dryly as she wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks. “You’ve got to be kidding me? No one, but Chase. I can’t even go out anywhere without every man in this town avoiding me like the plague. The reputation of the overprotective Wilder brothers precedes me everywhere I go.”

“Well, good ‘ole Jake certainly seemed willing to take on the Wilder brothers to get into those skin tight jeans.”

Anger zipped through her as she stopped in front of him and squared her shoulders. “Fuck you, Wyatt.”

“Not until you beg me,” he growled seconds before his arm snaked around her waist and he yanked her to his chest. She managed to bring her hands up, but his quick action just flattened her palms against the soft hair as it tickled her fingertips.

Her unflinching gaze met his and their rasping breaths mingled in the small space separating their lips. With a tortured snarl, his mouth came down on hers, slanting across lips while his hand fisted in her hair. She whimpered but gave into the sensations he created. Opening for him, she accepted his tongue, entangling it with her own.

Good lord, it’s been way too long since I’ve felt like this.
“Nine years,” her heart whispered as she slipped her hands up around his neck and tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape.

Lips skimmed across her cheek to her ear until his teeth found her sensitive earlobe, nipping softly when she tipped her head to the side. He moved his hand from her back to her breast and cupped it with his palm, his thumb brushing the nipple until it hardened under his touch. Arching toward him, she pushed her breast further into his hand. Her breath hitched in her throat as a moan bubbled in her chest. He nibbled her neck, forcing a whimper from her mouth. The rough pad of his tongue soothed the sting of his teeth moments before he moved back toward her ear. One jean clad thigh slipped between hers and he forced her groin closer to his with a palm against her lower back.

“Tell me you want this as much as I do, baby.”

“Oh God yes,” she whispered as she gave into the desire racing out of control between them. It had always been like this when they made love. The fire raging between them, simmered under the surface. Even when they were dating, her need for him bordered on out of control.

Both of his hands slipped around and cupped her ass before he lifted her into this arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The pulse at the base of his throat raced and she licked the spot, eliciting a groan from deep inside him. His heart raced in time with hers and the thought thrilled her. Stepping back toward the leather couch, he went down with her as they sprawled across the cool surface in a tangle of arms and legs. One hand moved under her shirt, pushing it up along with her bra until his palm found her breast. The hard nub puckered under his fingers as he rolled it between his thumb and finger.

His slick tongue dove inside the cavern of her mouth, licking and stroking along hers, like she knew he would do to her clit if she asked. Her pussy clenched and her pussy wept with need at the thought. Fingers skimmed down, across her stomach until they reached the snap at her waist and plucked it free with deft practice.

Lips brushed against her cheek once he tore them away. The wet slide of his tongue found her ear moments later, before sliding down her neck to the spot where her shoulder and collarbone met. He laved at the spot as his fingers slid through the curls beneath his hand. Opening her thighs, she begged for his touch with soft whimpers. Cream wept from her pussy and she groaned her pleasure when one finger brushed her clit before it slipped knuckle deep into her waiting flesh. Her back arched and she clutched his head, pushing him harder against her when he sucked her nipple.

She whimpered at the loss when the finger disappeared from her aching center and he chuckled softly against her skin.

Damn him! He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

Her hips wiggled and lifted when he grabbed the waistband of her jeans and slipped them off before he tossed them, along with her underwear, across the room.

His mouth moved from her breast, down her stomach and stopped at her belly button. “When did you get this?” His tongue flicked at the dangling belly button ring.

“A few years ago.”

“It’s sexy as hell,” he whispered against her skin before he moved further down. “Open for me, baby.”

Her thighs parted and she almost screamed when his warm breath flittered across her aching center. When his tongue licked from vagina to clit, she groaned and tossed her head from side to side and clutched the cool leather beneath her palms. After only a few swipes of his tongue, her body clenched as her climax rolled over her. His name ripped from her throat in the throes of her passion.

He kissed his way back up her stomach once the roar of ecstasy passed, stopping to lick her nipple for a moment before he found his way back to her mouth. His tongue dipped between her lips as she felt the nudge of his cock against her pussy. Somehow during her throes of ecstasy, he had managed to shed his jeans, slip on a condom and now waited for her to accept him inside her aching core.

He tore his mouth away and pressed his forehead against hers, his chest heaving with every breath he took.

She opened her eyes to see him watching her, his gaze burning with carefully controlled desire.

“Tell me.”

Uneven breaths tore air from her lungs while she tried to decide whether to fight the fire racing through her veins. She didn’t want to ache for him like this, but she did. No one in the last nine years had been able to tap into the smoldering need inside her, the way he had.

“Tell me, Jamie, or I walk away right now.”

Her lips parted, but the words wouldn’t come.

With a heavy sigh, he pushed away from her. Before he could move completely off, she grabbed his biceps and planted her lips against the rapidly beating pulse at the base of his neck. She sucked the skin into her mouth and heard him groan above her. Licking his neck until she could reach his ear, she whispered, “Fuck me. I need you. Make me come again and scream your name like you used to.” She wrapped her legs around his hips and planted her heels against his buttocks, encouraging him to slide inside. “Please, Wyatt.”

With a tortured groan, he followed her back down on the sofa. His cock filled her with one motion of his hips, stretching her to accommodate his size. When his heat penetrated her, she groaned softly against the skin of his neck

He didn’t move for a moment, just seemed content to be inside her until she wiggled her hips and locked her heels behind him. When his hips started to rock, her pussy clenched and spilled her need on the couch beneath her.

His lips found the shell of her ear and he whispered, “God, you feel good.”

A whimper left her lips and she lifted her hips, spurring him on the only way she could without giving up her heart. He lifted his chest and he locked his gaze on her face as his groin met hers. Reaching around behind him and grabbing her legs, he draped them over his forearms before he pushed inside her so deep, she almost climaxed with the one thrust.

“I can feel you gathering. Your pussy is rippling around my cock.” He pumped inside her several more times, growling his own pleasure deep and low in his throat before he murmured, “Come for me, baby.”

His words ripped apart her control as his name spilled from between her lips and her own came from him on a growl. He shuttered above her and dropped her legs before he collapsed across her chest. Fingertips skimmed down his back and she smiled when his skin quivered under her touch. Hot breath rasped against her neck while his hand slipped up her side and then cupped her breast in his palm.

The compatible silence broke with the ring of her cell phone. He lifted his head and their eyes met while the questions raced across her mind—questions she wasn’t sure she wanted to answer. “I need to see who that is. It could be Chase or my mom.”

They both groaned when he slipped from her warmth. He sat up and she moved to grab her purse off the other end of the couch.

“Hello?”

“Jamie? Where are you?”