Wyatt by Michelle Horst Read Free Book Online

that, your secret is safe with me,” she says all smiles again.
    “The girl better keep my secret. I don’t want women thinkin’ I’m nice. You’ll have to protect me from the masses that will decent on my place. Hell no.” I drop my hand to her back and when she doesn’t move I start to draw slow patterns over her silky skin.
    “Well I kinda owe you for having my back … twice,” she says. She sighs and closes her eyes. “So it’s only fair that I keep you safe in turn.” She pushes herself up but then pauses and looks down at me. “Time to eat, you gonna stay for dinner?” she asks.
    “You’re going to cook for me?” I ask, a dumbass smile forming on my face. “Will this be a date?”
    She slaps me against the chest and pushes her body away from mine. “You’re a friend. Friends can have dinner together.”
    I don’t like the sound of that.
    I pull her down and cage her with my arms. Dropping my eyes to her mouth I ask, “Friends with benefits?” Her eyes jump to my mouth. I see the anxiety creep back in her eyes and I wonder what that is about.
    “I promise to not have sex with you if kiss me seven times.” Huh? What kinda dumbass promise is that? I want to have sex with her!
    She looks at me all shocked for a moment, about as shocked as I’m feeling, before she moves.
    She straddles me. The Lord have mercy on my soul, but I almost forget my promise seconds after making it.
    I grab hold of her hips and move her away from the danger zone, and so I can have some blood circulating through the rest of my body. She leans over me and her hands trail up the side of my face. The second her mouth comes in breathing distance of mine, she stops.
    “All at once or can I space them out over a few days?” she asks me.
    “Just kiss me, Scarlett,” I growl and I move my hand into her hair and pull her down the last few inches, crashing her mouth against mine.
    Patience, I need to have patience with her. But damn, she’s all kinds of hot sitting on top of me in her bikini. She stiffens, like other places in my body and the way she’s done the previous two times. Her breathing stops and then she parts her lips, giving me access. I love that I overwhelm her.
    She’s a sweet torture, a mixture of heaven and hell. The forbidden fruit. I want her but I can’t have her.
    She recovers from her stunned moment of me taking over the kiss and nips at my lip. It sends a frenzy of hot blood down south and I grab hold of her tighter.  Her tongue is tentative in exploring my mouth, not forceful like some other women I’ve encountered, those who want to show you they have all the experience and more.
    She’s still exploring, learning … innocent, and it’s enough to drive me wild with want.
    I slide my other hand down the length of her back, down to her hip and she shivers from my touch. She wants me, the signs are all there, I just don’t get why she’s holding back. Who wants to be a virgin at her age?
    I bring my hand around her waist and up her side to the edge of her breast – and I brush my fingers lightly over the side of her breast.
    She breaks away, breathless and looks at me with confusion. “You promised,” she breathes. “Do you think it’s easy sayin’ no to you? To not let you in?”
    “We’re not havin’ sex, Scarlett”, I say. She’s really upset and it puzzles me. No one has ever been upset because I’ve touched them. “I’m kissin’ you. Sex is me throwin’ your ass down, strippin’ you naked and havin’ actual intercourse with you.”
    She yanks away from me with more strength than I knew she had in her little body. I grab for my shirt and drag it over my head before I set after her. When I get to her room the door’s closed so I lean against the wall.
    “Scarlett,” I call. I hear something fly and I frown. Why the hell am I still standing here? I should split while I can. I don’t do this shit.
    She opens the door and stops in front of me. She’s put on some shorts and a