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over my ass cheeks. “Are you wet for me?”
    His right hand left my behind and he brought it to the front of my mound. My panties were still in place, but he rubbed his thumb over the fabric and across my clit using firm strokes. As he continued his movements, I moaned, “Yes.”
    He stopped and tugged at the side of my underwear. I didn’t hesitate and lifted up my body using my knees to give him better access. He slipped my thong off and tossed the fabric across the couch. He continued to touch me, inching his fingers closer until he was finally inside of me. After a few pleasurable strokes, he stopped and tilted his head in my direction. “I’m going to make you come hard for me, babe.”
    His words were thick with desire. We were casually dating for more than three weeks and I’d been waiting for this moment. His promises left me eager to feel him inside of me. I was probably a fool, but I wanted to believe I was different. I wanted to believe I wasn’t simply another casual lay. Wyatt could’ve found sex from a lot of girls in the weeks since we started dating, but his interest had remained fixed on me.
    After undoing the button on his pants, I felt his bulge while I carefully pulled down his zipper. He was rock hard and straining against his boxers. I touched him tentatively at first before applying a little more pressure. Wyatt tossed his head back and groaned. I snuck my hand beneath the waist of his boxers and used my free hand to circle his length. His arousal increased the longer I touched him.
    “Delia, you’re killing me… I need you right now,” he murmured. He licked his lips as he peered up at me. “Let me take you to bed.”
    “Do you have a condom?”
    “I’ve been tested and I’m safe,” he said and pulled me with him off of the couch. I felt a slight rising panic as he tugged me in the direction of his bedroom.
    I stopped in my tracks. “Wyatt, I don’t really feel comfortable—”
    He cut me off by putting his forefinger over my lips. “No problem, babe. I just wanted to feel you when I rocked into you. I was going to pull out.” I was sure my face filled with uncertainty because he quickly added, “But I can wear a bag if it makes you feel better.”
    I almost shook from relief. “Yes, it would make me feel better.” I didn’t care how hot Wyatt was, there was no way I’d have sex with him without a condom. I was dizzy with lust for him, but no man was sexy enough to turn me into an idiot.
    I followed him into the bedroom and the passage felt as if I was moving onto a new chapter. I was finally having sex with a man who cared about me and wasn’t afraid for the world to see. I wasn’t the dirty secret who had to be snuck in and out of the back door because his parents wouldn’t approve of him messing around with the daughter of the town pariah.
    I couldn’t predict the future, but I was optimistic. I wasn’t one for fairytales, but maybe Wyatt Johnston would be the one to make me believe in them again.

 
Chapter Seven
     
    I woke up to gentle shaking on my arm. “Hey babe, it’s late. Are you ready to go?”
    I yawned and stretched. I felt disoriented as I looked around at my surroundings. After a few seconds, I remembered I was in Wyatt’s bedroom. Noticing my nakedness, I pulled the bed sheet closer to my body. I looked up and saw Wyatt standing over me. He laughed at my modesty. “A little late to cover up. I already got the prime view a couple hours ago.”
    My smile was strained. Why the hell was he waking me up? Was he kicking me out of his condo? “You’re taking me home?”
    “I have an early practice tomorrow, so I thought it’d be easier if I drove you back to the dorms tonight.” He must have seen something in my expression because he frowned at me. “Don’t look at me that way. This isn’t me being a dick.”
    I made a non-committal noise while grabbing for my dress. I slipped the fabric over my head while still remaining covered by the sheet.