Page 103 of The Wingman

The command in his voice wraps another delicious coil of heat around the base of my spine. I fumble with the zipper before he lifts the garment over my head.

His throat works as he takes me in, staring at my chest, eyes moving over the pretty, delicate lace bra.

“This is what I’ve been thinking about for days. This”—he hooks a finger beneath the strap and lets it gently snap against my skin—“has been driving me wild since I saw it.”

His fingers skim over the edges of the lace, over the tops of my breasts, over my shoulders, and goosebumps scatter across my skin.

“Who’d you put this on for tonight?” he asks in a low voice.

“You,” I whisper, heart pounding. It was Hayden’s reaction that I pictured as I put it on.

His mouth hooks, and I think I’m smiling back up at him as I rest my palms on his firm chest.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he murmurs as he lowers his mouth to mine again.

Kissing Hayden is sodelicious. So effortless but necessary, like breathing. I never, ever want to stop, and from the way his hands roam my hips, my arms, my hair, never settling in one place, like he’s trying to memorize my body by touch, I don’t think he wants to stop either.

We’re best friends. We’re roommates. He’s the life-of-the-party player who isn’t interested in commitment.

He might not be that guy, though, and I might not care anymore that this could complicate things.

I just want him, and I want him to have whathewants.

His stubble gently scrapes my chin as his tongue strokes across mine, scattering more of my thoughts, and when the back of my knees bump something, I realize he’s walked me backward to the bed.

He lowers me down, and I sink into the duvet as his scent washes over me.

“I love being in your bed,” I admit as he undoes the button on my jeans.

His eyes warm. “I love you being in my bed, too.”

I lift my hips to let him pull my jeans off. His eyes drag over my underwear. It’s a wisp of thin lace that barely covers anything, and from the way his eyes darken as he rakes a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily, Hayden likes them.

“We’re buying you more of those,” he says, staring daggers at them.

He sayswelike we’re a couple. It should send darts of terror through me, but it doesn’t. Ilikethe idea of us buying lingerie together, of his eyes flashing with heat when he sees me in it.

He climbs over me, resting on his elbows on either side of my head, gazing down at me with desire and affection before his mouth drops to mine. Our kiss is hot, fast, and desperate, all tongues and teeth and lips and gasps. We keep forgetting tobreathe. His erection presses against my stomach, and I arch against it, parting my legs, making room for Hayden to settle between my hips. His weight on me is luxurious. The warmth from his skin sends a thrill through me. He threads his fingers into the back of my hair, tilting my head as he breaks our kiss and runs his mouth down my jaw and neck.

“You smell so fuckinggood,” he groans, and a wave of moisture rushes between my legs. “You always do. And you taste so goddamned sweet.” He nips the sensitive spot beneath my ear and a needy noise slips out of my throat. “You need more, don’t you?”

I nod, barely holding back theyes, pleaseblaring in my head. The corner of his mouth tips up, pleased and knowing.

His fingers find a pinched nipple, and he toys with it through the thin lace of my bra, mouth returning to mine. Each tug of his fingers pulls between my legs, warming me, ratcheting up the pressure and heat. I sink further into the sensations of his tongue against mine. My underwear is soaked, and my hips tilt against him, seeking more. Finally, his hand trails down from my breast and strokes over the front of my panties.

Pleasure sweeps through me at the contact, and we groan at the same time.

“You’re so wet.” He watches my face in fascination, rubbing a firm, wide circle over me, and my eyes fall closed. “Don’t close your eyes,” he says in a low, firm voice. There’s a hint of teasing to his tone, like this is a game. “Don’t you dare.”

I open them, pressing my lips into a tight line to hold in the moan, and his mouth hooks up as he rubs firmer circles. Need coils low in my body, tight and hot.

“That’s good, isn’t it?”

I nod. He hums, smiling that dark, glazed smile, glancing between my face and where his hand works between my legs.

“What are we going to do tonight, Darce?” His tone is lowand lazy as his lips skim over my skin. “What new item are we crossing off your list?”

He pulls my bra aside, freeing my nipple, and sucks the sensitive peak. My core tightens and I gasp.