try it more often.”
She rolled over on her side. “Oh? You make a habit of it?”
“Yeah. I wander around jobsites naked all the time. You haven’t seen me on the news?”
She grabbed his shoulder. “Careful, Wyatt, or I might think you have a sense of humor.”
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t come around all that often.” He pulled her back on top of him and reached for her breasts, and all humor fled as she tilted her head back and lost herself in the magic of his hands.
Wyatt hadn’t meant to start this. All he’d wanted to do was talk to Calliope tonight, to get her alone so he could apologize for acting like an ass and running out on her yesterday. But seeing her as she opened the door, fury and irritation instead of hurt in her eyes, had primed the pump and made him forget everything he intended to say to her.
Anger had lit up her face, put a bright spot of color on her cheeks and made her eyes come to life. The only thing he’d thought about then was kissing her and getting his hands on her.
Okay, so maybe those were the only things he’d thought about since he left her house yesterday.
But now she sat on top of him naked. He didn’t know if he’d ever seen anything more beautiful than her body, lush and flushed pink with arousal as she tilted her head back while he thumbed and teased her nipples.
She rolled against him, causing him no end of agony—the pleasurable kind. Buried inside her, he connected with her in the most primal way, reaching up to pull her against him, to take a nipple into his mouth, to touch her on a basic level so she’d feel what he felt.
He loved the way she responded, the way she looked at him so he knew she was as connected as he was. She gripped his shoulders as she rode him, as she raised and lowered on him, and when she climaxed, she kept that connection, digging her nails into him, her eyes widening as she tightened around him. He cupped his hand around the nape of her neck and flew with her, losing himself in her depths.
A part of him wasn’t ready for this—this bond he felt with her. The last time he’d felt this attached to a woman had been Cassandra. And that hadn’t ended well.
Calliope was like a hurricane—wild and turbulent. He wasn’t sure he could handle her, but he wanted to see what she threw at him, and right now he just couldn’t resist her. She was beautiful, a little scary, and he couldn’t walk away.
“I’m hungry,” she said, pushing up to look down at him. “You like pizza?”
He grinned up at her. “Sounds good.”
“How about Rizzoni’s?”
“How about we go to your place and order delivery? Fewer clothes involved that way.”
She arched a brow. “Naked pizza eating could be dangerous.”
“I live on the edge.”
She climbed off him and started grabbing her clothes. “You’re on, but hurry. Sex makes me hungry.”
He grabbed his jeans. “I’ll be sure to order an extra large pizza, then. You’re going to need it.”
Chapter Eight
“The party is scheduled for the sixteenth,” Tori said, handing out the information sheet along with the menu.
Staff meetings at Kent Construction were his least favorite thing, but business had to be conducted. Discussing the annual holiday party was something he’d rather Tori handle. As the office manager, she dealt with the day-to-day running of the business, as well as all the financials. He’d much rather just get out there and work with his hands.
Unfortunately, when Tori called a meeting, you showed up. She might be only in her twenties, but she was formidable. When she bellowed, you came running or you’d never hear the end of it.
Wyatt took the information sheet and scanned it. “I assume there’ll be meat at this party.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “No. We’re serving celery and carrots. Our clients like rabbit food.”
“Har.”
“We’re having roast beef, chicken and pasta. There’ll be hors d’oeuvres and an open bar, though I twitched at the open
She rolled over on her side. “Oh? You make a habit of it?”
“Yeah. I wander around jobsites naked all the time. You haven’t seen me on the news?”
She grabbed his shoulder. “Careful, Wyatt, or I might think you have a sense of humor.”
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t come around all that often.” He pulled her back on top of him and reached for her breasts, and all humor fled as she tilted her head back and lost herself in the magic of his hands.
Wyatt hadn’t meant to start this. All he’d wanted to do was talk to Calliope tonight, to get her alone so he could apologize for acting like an ass and running out on her yesterday. But seeing her as she opened the door, fury and irritation instead of hurt in her eyes, had primed the pump and made him forget everything he intended to say to her.
Anger had lit up her face, put a bright spot of color on her cheeks and made her eyes come to life. The only thing he’d thought about then was kissing her and getting his hands on her.
Okay, so maybe those were the only things he’d thought about since he left her house yesterday.
But now she sat on top of him naked. He didn’t know if he’d ever seen anything more beautiful than her body, lush and flushed pink with arousal as she tilted her head back while he thumbed and teased her nipples.
She rolled against him, causing him no end of agony—the pleasurable kind. Buried inside her, he connected with her in the most primal way, reaching up to pull her against him, to take a nipple into his mouth, to touch her on a basic level so she’d feel what he felt.
He loved the way she responded, the way she looked at him so he knew she was as connected as he was. She gripped his shoulders as she rode him, as she raised and lowered on him, and when she climaxed, she kept that connection, digging her nails into him, her eyes widening as she tightened around him. He cupped his hand around the nape of her neck and flew with her, losing himself in her depths.
A part of him wasn’t ready for this—this bond he felt with her. The last time he’d felt this attached to a woman had been Cassandra. And that hadn’t ended well.
Calliope was like a hurricane—wild and turbulent. He wasn’t sure he could handle her, but he wanted to see what she threw at him, and right now he just couldn’t resist her. She was beautiful, a little scary, and he couldn’t walk away.
“I’m hungry,” she said, pushing up to look down at him. “You like pizza?”
He grinned up at her. “Sounds good.”
“How about Rizzoni’s?”
“How about we go to your place and order delivery? Fewer clothes involved that way.”
She arched a brow. “Naked pizza eating could be dangerous.”
“I live on the edge.”
She climbed off him and started grabbing her clothes. “You’re on, but hurry. Sex makes me hungry.”
He grabbed his jeans. “I’ll be sure to order an extra large pizza, then. You’re going to need it.”
Chapter Eight
“The party is scheduled for the sixteenth,” Tori said, handing out the information sheet along with the menu.
Staff meetings at Kent Construction were his least favorite thing, but business had to be conducted. Discussing the annual holiday party was something he’d rather Tori handle. As the office manager, she dealt with the day-to-day running of the business, as well as all the financials. He’d much rather just get out there and work with his hands.
Unfortunately, when Tori called a meeting, you showed up. She might be only in her twenties, but she was formidable. When she bellowed, you came running or you’d never hear the end of it.
Wyatt took the information sheet and scanned it. “I assume there’ll be meat at this party.”
She rolled her eyes at him. “No. We’re serving celery and carrots. Our clients like rabbit food.”
“Har.”
“We’re having roast beef, chicken and pasta. There’ll be hors d’oeuvres and an open bar, though I twitched at the open
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