The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(61)

I just hoped that I could swim up for air before I drowned.





18





Hannah





I opened my eyes the next morning with a heavy arm draped over my waist, tucked into a warm, hard chest. Naked. It was the first time I had woken up with a guy.

It was heaven.

Wyatt was still asleep, chest rising and falling against me. His lips gently parted, and I took the opportunity to run my finger along the edge of his mouth.

His mouth opened and he nipped my finger. A giggle burst out of my mouth and he opened his eyes and grinned at me.

“Good morning.” His voice was low and raspy. His arm tightened around me.

“Hi.”

“How’d you sleep?”

A soft, pleased smile pulled at my mouth. “Great.”

He raised an eyebrow with a knowing smirk. “I bet.”

Another laugh rippled out of me and my face turned pink. I couldn’t stop smiling, though.

Last night. Ugh. Last night was… the best orgasm I’d ever had. It ripped through me like a tsunami. For a couple moments, my body wasn’t my own. It was Wyatt’s. He had complete control over me, and I loved it. The way he knew what to do, the way he touched me exactly how I wanted, it made me feel taken care of, cherished, comfortable, and so, so turned on. I wanted more, and yet I knew more would never be enough.

Keep fucking my hand until it feels too good.

I shivered against him. I was sore from his hand but I throbbed and ached for more.

“Are you cold?”

I shook my head, burying my face into his chest to hide my blush and his arm slid up higher so his fingers were in my hair. I shivered again down my neck, all the way down my back. I wasn’t usually like this, this turned on, aching, desperate-to-be-touched girl. This horniness was new.

I’ve been dreaming about this.

My core clenched and I made an unhappy noise in my throat.

“What’s wrong?”

I exhaled against his chest. “Horny.” My words muffled into his skin. God, he smelled good. His scent made my eyes roll back. I was slippery between my legs and I ached again for him. I pressed a light kiss to his chest and heard his own groan. He shifted and his hard length pressed against my stomach, sending another ripple of need through me. I pressed back against him and his breath caught.

“Yeah?” He sounded breathless.

I nodded against him, pressing another kiss onto his chest. His fingers tensed in my hair against my scalp and I hummed with approval.

“Tell me what you need, Hannah, and I’ll give it to you.”

His gaze was heavy, dark, and half-lidded. Pupils dilated. Hair messy.

I don’t think I’d ever seen someone so handsome. I loved seeing him undone like this.

“I need your hand,” I breathed.

He pressed a soft kiss on my mouth and his stubble scratched me in a delicious way.

I started to pull back. “I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”

His hand came around the back of my neck and drew me back to him. “Don’t care.”

My hand slid from his chest lower on his stomach, tracing every defined ab. They jumped under my touch and I smiled against Wyatt’s mouth.

“Your body is incredible, professor.”

His mouth pulled into a grin against mine and he nipped my bottom lip. His hand stroked up and down my back against my bare skin. “It’s yours.”

Mine.

My core clenched again and my breath caught. Warm, languid feelings flooded my brain and bloodstream and I rubbed against him. The pressure of his leg between my legs made me whimper.

Wyatt must have liked me rubbing myself against him because he slipped his hand around to my front. His fingers found a pinched peak and he rolled it.

I whimpered again, arching into his touch. A low laugh rumbled out his chest.

“Feels good,” I whispered.

“Mhm. I know.”

The authority, the confident, knowing tone to his voice, like he knew he was in control, it made me clench harder. More heat, more wetness flooded my center. I grasped the steel length prodding my stomach.

He made a noise like he was in pain but even I knew better. I stroked him hard and he pinched my nipple in response.

“Slow down,” he rasped.

I stroked him again. I wanted to see him lose his mind like he did last night, all over my hand. Wyatt was always so calm and cool, but last night, he was at my mercy. Like I was the boss. “No.”

He jerked against my hand. “Hannah.” His tone was warning.

“You said this was mine.” I worked the heavy length, so thick in my hand.

He groaned into my shoulder. “Jesus Christ, bookworm, you’re going to make me come before I’m ready.”

I stroked him again hard and he sucked a breath through his teeth.

“Okay.” He pulled his hand from my breast and pulled my wrist off him before he leaned over me to look at me. He moved to hover above me, caging me in, nose an inch from mine. A little smile played at his mouth and I grinned back at him.

“You want to play a little game, bookworm?”

My grin grew and I nodded.

“Okay. This game is called ‘who can make the other person come first.’”

I narrowed my eyes, pretending to think. “This game is new to me, but I think I’ll be good at it.”