Page 71 of When Sparks Fly

He’s driving me crazy and he knows it. “Quit teasing me, Cowboy.”

A chuckle vibrates against my chest. His fingers come together at my button. My lungs seize. When he releases the button from its hold, I exhale in relief.

I use my grip on Sutton’s hair to tilt his head back. Fire fills his eyes. My hands slide forward, loving the way his coarse scruff scrapes against my hands, to grab the sides of his face. I press my lips to his, kissing him deeply.

When I release his lips, he studies me before one hand dips into the front of my jeans. My mouth falls open as he grazes my clit with just the wet fabric of my panties as a barrier.

“You’re soaked,” he breathes against my mouth.

“That’s all your fault.” My hips are moving, searching for friction. It’s all I can do to keep from begging him to fuck me with his hand. My head falls back in frustration and I feel his warm mouth against my neck instantly.

“I will gladly take the blame.” His lips are hot against my skin.

I rock again and this time his hand on my stomach pins me in place. His next words are a beautiful command. “Tell me what you need.”

I pin him with my stare. Why is asking for what I want terrifying?

“Touch me, Sutton,” I plead. He pauses for a beat. “I trust you.”

A low groan fills the space right before he presses another hungry kiss to my mouth. My ruined underwear gets pushed aside with his fingers and he teases my clit with his thumb. He swallows the sounds threatening to escape my mouth.

“Do you know what you do to me?”

I open my eyes, studying his face. “Is it anything like what you do to me?”

“Something like that.” One finger slips inside me. It’s just a taste, but he’s winding me tighter and tighter. After a few thrusts of his finger, he pulls back before reentering with two, all the while staring into my eyes. I couldn’t look away if I tried.

My hands slide back to his neck, gripping his hair as my hips start rocking again. His touch has the ability to do so many things to me. Soothe, ignite, steady. Right now, I’m not sure if it will send me floating for the clouds or cause me to spontaneously combust. I use my fingers tangled into his hair to ground me.

“Sutton,” I breathe. It’s all I can manage. My orgasm is building, fueled by the intensity of his gaze and the bliss of his fingers thrusting into me.

Something flickers in his eyes. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. “You’re so sexy, takingwhat you need.”

I can’t respond, can’t think. My hips are meeting his fingers on every thrust, my grip tightening in his hair. Storm clouds fill his eyes and I wonder if he’s the hurricane to my inferno.

His thumb begins rubbing circles on my clit and I’m positive my brain is going to malfunction. “That’s it, Firecracker.” Another whimper escapes me. “Explode for me.”

And I do. My orgasm rips through me.

My head falls forward, tucked into his neck. I might be gripping his hair strong enough to pull it out, but it’s my tether to Earth. “I—” I gasp.

“I know.” He kisses the side of my neck. “I’ve got you.” It’s then I realize his other arm is around my waist, holding me to him. His thumb rubs soothing circles on my back and he holds me as I come down.

A few blissful seconds later, he withdraws his fingers from my pants. I pull back and study him. He slips both fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean.

“Better than I could’ve imagined.” His voice rumbles through me and I’m heating for him all over again.

“You’re telling me. “

He leans forward, planting a slow kiss on my lips before sliding his tongue into my mouth. I taste myself and I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or not.

My past boyfriends have been acceptable in bed, some more teachable than others. Certainly nothing mind-blowing to speak of. Sutton may have only used his fingers, but a part of me is crazed over the fact that it was the best orgasm someone else has ever given me.

My hands fall to his belt and his hand wraps around mine, quickly pinning my wrist in place. I give him a questioning look.

“You do that and I’m liable to bring this whole place down around us.” He licks his lips and buttons my pants before looking up at me with a wicked grin. Twisting a piece of my hair around his fingers, he whispers, “Think you can sit still now?”

Chapter 31

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