Chapter Twelve

Cassie

Wyatt pinned her in the elevator and kissed her hard enough to make her dizzy with lust. The bell dinged her floor and they staggered out into the empty hallway. He kissed her as they stumbled down the hallway to her room and it was pure skill that she opened her hotel room door without needing to look.

The room was dark as they tumbled inside, mouths pressed together. She wanted to rip his shirt off and if there were a way to be instantly naked, she would have done it.

“Here's my room,” she whispered, feeling like she should say something now that they were here.

Wyatt just chuckled, the sound low and throaty, before kissing her again.

The back of the bed bumped against her legs and Cassie looked up into Wyatt's green eyes, her breathing coming hard and fast. He looked back at her with lust and desire. He wanted her. It was the biggest ego boost Cassie had ever felt. This stud muffin of a man, with his beachy hair and beautiful body, wanted her.

She swallowed hard, and the cor