His Temptation (18+)

Chapter 22: Laws of Nature

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Frankie had cried herself to sleep in the treehouse but began stirring awake at the sound of the woods rustling and twigs snapping. The treehouse creaking and the lantern sliding across the floor finally startled her awake.

She gasped and sat up quickly, afraid that it was Sam coming to get her.

"Francesca?" Wyatt was holding up the lantern near his face. "What are you doing out here? I've been looking for you everywhere!"

"Wyatt," She exclaimed softly as she pulled him down onto her.

"Don't do that," he said angrily. "I'm mad at you. I was losing my mind looking for you."

Frankie didn't care. She clung to Wyatt tightly and held his body against her's firmly as she sighed, relieved.

Wyatt tried to pry himself away but then relaxed in her arms as he realized she was steadfast in holding on to him. He wrapped his arm around her and began to stroke her hair.

"You could've left a note or something," he muttered, still annoyed. "It's nearly midnight. I got scared when you weren't at the house."

Frankie continued to ignore everything he said simply happy to be in his arms again. Wyatt pulled himself up as she released him. He leaned back against the wall of the treehouse and watched as Frankie climbed into his lap.

She faced him as she brought her leg over to straddle him and she rested her body down on his. Frankie placed her hands on Wyatt's neck, causing him to flinch because they were so cold.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he rested his hands on her thighs.

"Wyatt, you love me right?" She asked quietly.

"Yeah," he stated firmly. "You know I love you."

Frankie took a deep breath before returning her gaze to Wyatt and looking directly into his eyes.

"Then... I want it to be you."

"What are you talking about?" Wyatt asked.

Frankie shifted her hips forward on top of him and moved her arms around his neck. She moved in slowly and whispered to him.

"I want it to be you," she repeated. "I don't want it to be anyone else. I want you to be the first man I'll ever be with."

Wyatt's eyes widened as he gripped her waist and pushed her back. He had no idea what was going on with her but he knew she was acting strange. Getting Frankie to do anything sexual was like pulling teeth. He couldn't believe she would say she was ready for this step and mean it.

"Francesca—"

He was just going to ask what had gotten into her when Frankie's lips came crashing down on his. Wyatt was hesitant at first but quickly kissed her back. He threw his hand behind her head and held her face close to his. He didn't even bother remembering to breathe as he hungrily forced her mouth open and deepened their kiss intensely.

Frankie whimpered into his mouth as his hand tightened on her knee. She reached down for the bottom of Wyatt's hoodie and tried to pull it up. When he felt her trying to remove his clothes, Wyatt released Frankie immediately and gently grabbed her hands.

"Woah, wait," he whispered breathlessly. "You're trying to do this now? In here?"

Frankie scanned Wyatt's face before nodding her head.
When she leaned in to kiss him again, Wyatt pulled back and frowned.

"Francesca, hold on," he said confused. "Your first time can't be in this dingy old wooden box. I wanted to make it special for you."

"This is special," Frankie insisted. "It's a special place for both of us."