The Wrong Mr. Right (The Queen's Cove Series #2)(78)

A noise of furious anguish wrenched out of my throat. “Hand.” I held mine open on my stomach and he pressed his palm into mine.

His warm skin, the intimate contact of our hands pressed against each other, it did something to me. Anchored me. Connected us.

He ran his velvet tongue up my inner thigh, inches from where I wanted him. My head spun and my clit ached for friction and pressure.

“What else?” His voice was so low and controlled.

My head swam but he dangled what I needed in front of me.

“Mouth.” I heaved another breath and spared him a glance. His eyes were dark and heavy. “On me.”

A pleased noise rumbled from his throat. “I was hoping you’d say that.” His head dipped, he set his mouth on my clit, and my head fell back.

A string of words flew out of my mouth at the heat of his tongue on the bud of nerves. He worked my g-spot while I twisted and writhed on his mouth. My free hand came to his hair, and when all of that wasn’t quite enough, I set his hand that had been resting on my stomach against my breast. He pinched, I arched, he rolled, I whimpered. I tugged his hair and he groaned into me, increasing the speed at which his tongue slicked over me and burying his face further into my center.

Heat grew in my stomach, tightening and creating pressure. I was close. Close and yet I couldn’t completely get there.

“I love you under me like this, writhing and mindless,” Wyatt murmured against me. His breath tickled me. “I jerk off thinking about this, about how you taste and how you look when you’re about to come.” He sucked on my clit and I bucked my hips against his face with a cry.

“I don’t know if I can.” I could barely get the words out.

My body wound so tight it might snap, but there was something missing. Frustration flicked at my brain and distracted me.

“It’s okay if you can’t.” Wyatt licked me from entrance to the top of my clit and I let another breathy moan slip out at the electricity that shot through me. “This is for you, and whether you come or not isn’t important. Watching you react like this is making me fucking hard.” He did that licking thing again before adding suction to my clit and I whimpered. “We can do this for as long as you like.” His teeth lightly scored my clit and my eyes widened as I bowed off the bed.

Him taking the pressure off me, telling me it was okay not to come, it lifted a couple weights off me, and when he sucked harder on my clit, I forgot what I was thinking about. I forgot what I was worried about. My body was his to play with and my brain crackled with sparks. I filled his bedroom with my breathy moans while I ground onto his face and tugged his hair.

Regular me would die of embarrassment but horny, almost-there me didn’t care. I wanted to come.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he groaned when I pushed harder into his face. “Like that. Give it to me like a good girl. Come for me.”

And I did. I tipped over the edge and every muscle in my body tensed. I suspended in time as wave after wave rolled through me. Wyatt groaned and gave encouraging mhm’s against my folds as I shook under his desperate mouth. My hips bucked and when my thighs squeezed him, he moaned like I was the one giving him pleasure.

I fell back into the bed, heaving for air. He crawled up the bed beside me and pulled me into his chest, pressing kiss after kiss to my temple and cheeks and lips. His face was wet and something very bad inside me flushed with pleasure. I sunk into his warmth, my heart still thumping hard.

“You smell amazing,” I said, inhaling him.

One of his hands came to my hair and he stroked it, sending shivers down my back. “I love having you in my bed.”

He reached down to adjust his boxer briefs. They strained with his erection. He made a choking noise when my hand encircled him through the fabric.

I stroked him and he bucked.

His face contorted into a look of pain and he groaned as I explored his length. He was warm, rock hard, and heavy, and when I slipped my hand inside his briefs, his skin seared my hand.

“Jesus, baby.” He choked the words in my hair as my hand skimmed up and down, running my thumb over the swollen tip and dragging through the bead of liquid that had appeared there.

So many times, I had pictured Wyatt sinking this length into me, stretching me and making me feel amazing. I wanted to feel him shudder into me. I wanted us connected, experiencing it together instead of one after the other.

I wanted Wyatt to lose control.

I sat up and began to slide his briefs down, but his hands came to my shoulders and he pulled me back to him.

I gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t trust myself to be gentle with you.” He sucked a deep breath in. “I want you too much.”

Need sparked within me.

“You already made my head explode a few minutes ago,” I grumbled.

“I lost control there.” He grunted as my hand returned to his cock and began to stroke.

“Like that?” I watched his gorgeous face before running my mouth over his stubble.

He jerked a nod. “Just like that.” He grabbed my other hand and brought it to his sac, and when I squeezed lightly, he sucked a breath in. “Fucking hell, bookworm, I’m never letting you leave.”

His words washed through me and made my heart lift. I stroked him faster. I loved the noises that were coming out of his throat, loved the way I had complete control over his body. Watching his face, my head swam with power, pleasure, and desire. He opened his hazy eyes and watched me. Something sweet, twisting, and heavy struck me.