Page 40 of Naughty & Nice

A small smile pulls at my lips as I lower myself onto the bed and crawl back until I’m right in the middle, resting back on my palms.

Lifting my chin, I wordlessly tell him that I’m his, if he wants me, and wait.

My heart is like a runaway train in my chest, and it only gets worse when Rix runs his eyes down my body as if I’m lying here naked.

“Rix?” I whisper, my patience running out.

He swallows, his hand coming up so he can drag his fingers through his hair.

“I hate that?—”

“I’m sorry,” I breathe.

“No, let me finish.” My fingers twist in the sheets beneath me as I wait for him to find his words. “I hate that he was the one to push me into this, but also…” He reaches out and wraps his hand around my ankle, dragging me down the bed so I’ve no choice but to fall onto my back. He crawls over me, the heat of his skin burning into me as his eyes bore into mine. “I’ll probably be forever grateful for him forcing me into action.”

“Hend—” He cuts me off with his lips, kissing me as thoroughly and as deeply as he did before, only this time, the weight of his body presses me into the mattress.

I love it, and it also makes me realize?—

“He never kissed me,” I blurt, pressing my hand to the center of his chest, forcing him to lift up a little.

His eyes bounce between mine as he registers what I just said.

“That’s because you’re mine.”

Any response I might have is stolen by his kisses.

I’m aware of time moving on as we make out like teenagers, but I don’t care about anything other than this moment.

Our hands are everywhere as we learn each other in a whole new way, but neither of us makes a move to push it any further.

I might have been waiting for this for a long time, but I don’t want to rush it.

Rix rolls onto his back, taking me with him and settling me over his waist.

The thickness of his erection presses against me, making me gasp.

My eyes pop open and I instantly find his dark blue orbs staring back at me.

Desire unfurls through my body, making everything south of my waist clench.

Needing more, I risk rolling my hips.

“Oh shit,” I breathe at the same time he grunts, “Fuck.”

Sitting up straight, I do it again, loving the way his jaw pops as his teeth grind.

“Rix,” I moan when I do it again.

I’m never going to need my little vibrator again.

“Keep going,” he encourages. “Use me.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” I confess, my hips picking up speed.

Every muscle in his body is pulled tight as I rock over him.

It’s so innocent compared to what we could be doing, but also, it’s perfect.

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