Page 76 of When Sparks Fly

Anticipation causes my breaths to deepen and I can only hum a response to Casey when Sutton’s open mouth presses warm against my neck. The tip of his tongue tickles my skin. My free hand flies up to grip his arm and I tip my head back, granting him easier access.

My mind is in overdrive, trying desperately to focus on Casey’s information while also wanting nothing more than to give in to Sutton’s touch and the bliss it brings. As if reading my mind, Sutton’s fingers dance on my lacey undergarments.

“Wouldn’t I have found a rock in my car, if so?” The fact that I can form words is a miracle.

“Sure, unless it wasn’t a rock. Maybe it was a skateboard and they don’t want to fess up.”

A finger sneaks beneath my panty line and I stifle a squeak, squeezing harder on Sutton’s bicep. “A skateboard.” I’m a parrot now.

“Yep.” If Casey has any idea what’s going on, he doesn’t let on.

Sutton’s breath is hot against my ear. “I’m about to light you up, Firecracker.” Without further warning, he dips his fingers into my arousal, gathering the wetness and circling my clit. Pain shoots through my lip as I bite down to refrain from making any noise.

“Um, Casey—”

Sutton pulls his head back to pin me with a look. His deep whisper is a warning. “Sounds count as sharing, Firecracker.” He kisses my lips. “And you better not say another man’s name while my hand is playing with this pussy.”

My eyes widen and heat fills my entire body. Sutton holds my gaze.

“Maci?” Casey’s voice is quieter, further away, and I realize the phone is slipping.

“Sorry! Was that all?”

“Uhh, yeah.” He seems confused by the abrupt change in my tone. “We’ll keep you updated if—”

“Sounds great! Thanks so much, Ca-Officer!” My thumb repeatedly taps the end button on the face of the phone until I’m positive the call is disconnected. I hurl it onto the couch without further consideration.

Before I have a chance to ask Sutton what the hell he’s thinking, his free hand slides into my hair at the base of my neck, gripping hard. “Why do you insist on teasing me, Firecracker?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Cowboy.” I’m fully prepared to die on this hill, but he’s having no part of it.

“Liar.” He kisses me, hard, his hands leaving my hair and my pussy, gripping my waist instead. Right before he throws me.

A constricted squeal leaves my body as I land among the stupid amount of pillows he keeps near the headboard. I’ve never seen a man with this many pillows.

My legs fall open, exposing my drenched panties, the bottom of my peasant shirt bunched up around my ribs. As Sutton takes me in, his eyes are darker than I’ve ever seen. He’s like a caged animal waiting to pounce.

With one hand, he grabs his shirt behind his head and yanks it off. It lands on the couch. He climbs onto the bed on hands and knees, hovering over me.The interrupted light from the hallway casts half his face in darkness, while the other half reflects the amber glow. I wish I could frame him this way.

“Cowboy,” my hands reach up to touch his chest, “what are you up to?” Every tanned muscle tightens as my fingers lightly trace their outlines. He’s on fire and I’m suddenly chilled, wanting to bask in his heat.

He doesn’t respond at first. Instead, he’s busy studying me while my hands are memorizing him. When they slide up his neck to cup his jaw, his eyes flutter closed briefly. The rough stubble against the smooth skin of my palms has a renewed arousal coursing through me.

Sutton’s eyes spring open. A wicked gleam lights his eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Completely.I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nod.

In one swift movement, he slides back down the bed, each powerful arm wrapping around one of my thighs, yanking me to the middle. Settling between my legs, he kisses the inside of one, staring directly up at me. I lift onto my elbows, unwilling to miss this show.

His mouth moves to the other thigh, placing a mirrored kiss there. Dragging his fingers up the outside of my legs, he grips the lace panties at each hip and lowers them down. He’s watching me so intensely he doesn’t blink. The panties fly behind him.

Torturously, he kisses and licks at my legs, working his way up to their apex. The thrumming of my heart is so strong, I’m confident he can hear it beating in my chest. My hips rise, begging for him to come higher. His grip on my thighs tightens and I try to contain a whimper.

A chuckle precedes the highest kiss yet and I decide I’m not above begging if that’s what it takes. “Please.”That was definitely a whimper.

Sutton’s teeth graze one thigh in response. “What do you need, Firecracker?”

My back arches off the bed and my head falls back. He knows what I need.

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