The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(62)

He lifted his eyebrows. “Oh, yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

His gaze dropped to my mouth. “I’ve been thinking about this game with you for a long time. A very. Long. Time.” He placed soft kisses on my mouth in between each word. My center ached again. “I have more practice and I’ve been paying very careful attention. So what makes you think you’ll win?”

His voice was so light and teasing. My heart beat hard and I bit my grin back. I shrugged and adopted an innocent expression. “I don’t know if I’ll win but I have to try. Isn’t that what you’ve been teaching me?” My other hand reached up to touch his chest and he grabbed that wrist and pinned it down as well. He was holding me down, and I liked it. A lot.

He flashed me a wicked grin. “Mhm.”

Another zing of confidence rushed through my blood. I wanted to make him slip. “I know your cock is probably too big to fit in my mouth but I want to try.”

He laughed in disbelief and dropped his forehead to mine, resting against me. “Jesus Christ, Hannah, you’re going to win before we start the game.” He groaned before taking a deep breath. “Change of plans.”

“What do you—oh.” My words broke off as he shoved the sleeping bag off and pushed my thighs apart. I gasped as he leaned down.

His mouth came to my pussy and my head fell back. He groaned in appreciation and when his hot tongue slicked over my clit, I arched.

“This isn’t fair,” I whispered as his tongue ran circles over me, again and again, winding me tighter. I arched higher and higher, writhing against his mouth.

“Fucking hell, Hannah. You taste too good.” His tongue dove into my wet folds and I whimpered. “Nothing sweeter than you.”

Heat coiled in me and I itched to reach for him again but I couldn’t, I was too overcome with how incredible this felt. His tongue was soft, fast, and slick, and I was soaking his face but he didn’t seem to care. His eyelids fell halfway as his tongue glided over me and the pressure built, low in my stomach. We filled our tent with moans and gasps, and then he slipped a finger inside me and my mouth fell open.

My core clenched him and he groaned against me.

I gasped a laugh. I could barely talk. He touched something inside me that made pressure build low in my belly.

He lifted his mouth to watch me, his finger still working that zone against my front wall. I met his gaze and something on my face made him grin wickedly. “You’re taking my finger so well. And I bet if I slipped a second finger in, you’d take that, too, wouldn’t you?”

I jerked a nod.

He laughed low and obliged, adding another finger and stretching me. My head fell back.

“Look at you, doing so well. You’re so fucking beautiful, Hannah. I’ve always thought that.” His voice was a caress against my skin and I reached down blindly. His hand met mine.

When he did that last night, grabbed my hand, it was what I needed. An anchor, something to squeeze, something to remind me it was him touching me. It wasn’t just some guy.

It was Wyatt.

“Wyatt,” I whined. My toes were curling.

“Mhm. I know. Tell me how good it feels.” He studied his hand moving in and out of me.

“Amazing,” I gasped, back going rigid. My legs were shaking. “Like I’m going to come.”

“Good. Your pussy is clenching me, Hannah. Do you know what that means?”

I nodded hard and my eyes closed as the pleasurable waves approached.

“It means you’re close, baby. It means you’re doing everything right. Do you know how hard you’re making me? Teasing me with that pretty mouth, telling me I won’t fit?”

He lowered his mouth to my clit and licked me again, laying pleasure upon pleasure, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. My hand gripped his.

“You’re almost there, baby,” he told me in between the circles he lapped on me.

The wave inside me crested and I could barely speak. I could barely breathe. “Wyatt.” I choked the word out.

His fingers worked harder and he made a noise of approval against my clit.

It was that little noise, half-growl, half-groan that tipped me over the edge. It was the same noise he made when we ate breakfast, when he was starving after a morning surfing and his eyes closed while he dove in. Him enjoying this, finding me so delicious and necessary, it shot electricity from my core throughout my body. I ground against his mouth, and everything was tight and hot and incredible, so fucking incredible. Pulse after pulse sparked through me and my focus darted everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. My thoughts scattered in the air. I was weightless and floating.

When I came back to earth, I sunk into the mattress and pillows, breathing hard. I let out a laugh. “You win.”

He laughed and climbed over me, placing a sweet kiss on my mouth before pressing a trail of them down my neck. His erection hit my stomach. “I love how loud you get.”

My face flushed with embarrassment. “Oh my god.”

He laughed. “It’s okay. There’s no one out here.”

I reached down for his length, prodding me with urgency, and he groaned when I wrapped my fingers around him.

“Oh, fuck.” He broke off in a gasp when I stroked him hard.

“Consolation prize,” I murmured against him, pressing a kiss to his neck before sucking on the tender skin. He shuddered.