Free Say You Want Me by Corinne Michaels Page A

that’s Wyatt overwhelms me. I can remember the way his sweat tasted as I kissed his body the last time when we had sex. I can feel the way his hands roughly touched each inch of my skin. Every time I lie next to him, it takes every ounce of my strength not to maul him. Plus, we wake up the same way each morning—tangled limbs and a very hard erection against me.
    I’m going to crack.
    And very soon.
    “You have a good day?” he asks as he places a soft kiss on my temple. I love that he does that. It’s as if he’s been doing it forever. Weird that in such a short time we’ve become so comfortable around each other.
    When I look at him, I don’t see the guy who knocked me up. I see a man who I could like. I see a man that I want to like me, and I want him to know me the way no one else has cared to do before. I worry that he could hurt me, which is always possible. Wyatt wouldn’t be a man I could come back from. I can see in his eyes the way he’ll own my heart and soul. If I give them to him, they will be his forever. His mother confirmed that today.
    Wyatt crouches in front of me and places his hands on my belly. I don’t have a bump. If you didn’t know that I was pregnant you wouldn’t be able to tell. But we know, and each night Wyatt lets me know that he’s thinking of the baby in some small way. Sometimes it’s a simple touch, other times it’s a glance. Then, the other night, he rolled over and his palm rested there. He was sleeping and probably didn’t know he did it, but I do. I laid there, unable to move, feeling every emotion possible. It wasn’t as if he hasn’t done it before, but this time it was an unconscious, protective gesture. It was as if it was the most natural thing to do. To make sure that me and the baby were safe.
    Eventually, I draped my hand over his and fell asleep.
    “Baby?” he asks again, and I realize he’s calling me that, not the actual baby.
    I shake my head. “Oh, I did. I had an eventful day.”
    A slow grin forms across his lips. “Yeah? I can’t wait to hear it. I’m going to hop in the shower. Come in and talk if you want.” He wiggles his brows, and I laugh.
    “Persistent.”
    “Hedging my bets.”
    Wyatt turns and heads into the bathroom. I listen as the shower turns on and wait a minute. The truth is, I want to talk to him. I enjoy when he comes home and we have a little time to go over his day, because really, my day is boring.
    “Wyatt?” I ask from outside the door.
    “Come in!”
    This is a bad idea. “You better be in the shower,” I say as I open the door. Thankfully, or maybe not, he’s in, and I walk to the other side of the bathroom so I don’t see through the glass. “Your mom came by today.”
    He opens the door and leans out. I quickly turn my head. “Did she?”
    “Yup.”
    “What did Mama have to say?”
    I bet he’s worried. I decide to be a little playful. “She told me all about you. All the things to watch for.”
    The sounds of the water splashing do nothing to calm my imagination. He’s in there. Naked. And I’m out here, because I’m stupid. No, not stupid. I’m cautious and being smart.
    We’ll go with that.
    I move over to the sink and hop up.
    “Did she now?”
    “Worried?”
    “Nope. I’m her favorite. She’d never sell me out.”
    “You could at least play along.”
    I hear the door open, the flap of the towel, and his throaty chuckle. I gaze at the floor as his feet come into view. God he even has sexy feet. I didn’t even know that was a thing, but Wyatt’s got them. My eyes drift up, taking in his body as he stands before me wearing only a towel. “I would rather play with something else.” Slowly, he starts to unravel the knot tied at his waist.
    My hand flies to my face, ensuring I don’t see anything. “Put clothes on!”
    “You can look,” he offers.
    I shake my head. He’s so close. All I smell is his clean and musky scent around me. The steam from the shower billows around us, and my