Page 105 of The Wingman

With his focus fixed on my face, he pushes a finger inside me. My eyes roll back in my head at the thought-scattering burn of pleasure.

“There.” His low, rich voice makes me shiver. “Right there.”

I nod, unable to form words. Hayden looks like a god, kneeling between my legs with that expression of power and control on his handsome face. My gaze trails over every ridge and muscle of his torso, shoulders, and arms, focusing finally on his tense forearm as he works his finger inside me.

He adds a second finger, and the aching fullness makes me see stars. He crooks his fingers forward, rubbing my front wall, and I cling to his gaze. The wet sounds of him fucking me with his hand drive me higher.

I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe we’re doing this. I can’t believe how good it feels. The pleasure of his thick, long fingers inside me is beyond anything I’ve experienced.My gaze rises to the ceiling, unfocused and heavy-lidded as he reaches parts of me I didn’t know existed.

“Hey, hey, hey.” His voice is low and soothing, and I pull my gaze back to him. His mouth tips into a pleased smile. “There. Good. Keep looking at me, okay?”

I nod, meeting his fascinated gaze, and another ripple of heat moves through me. This is better than the toy. A million times better. I could die and go to heaven from Hayden touching me like this.

“You’re doing so good, honey.”

I shudder with pleasure, clutching his hand harder as my muscles tighten around him.

His smile tilts. “You like it when I call you that?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“You’re close, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

His thumb nudges my clit, drawing slow, firm circles, and it’s enough. I tip over the edge, vision blurring and lips parting in a low moan as every nerve in my body fires at once. Just like with the toy, this orgasm is different—lower, deeper, and stronger. Warmth and pressure bubble over, melting my thoughts, and I arch and buck against his hand as he works me through the orgasm, saying things likethere we goandsuch a good girlandwhat a fucking sight you are, Darce,coming like this on my fingers.

“Hayden,” I gasp, and he groans.

Pleasure sweeps through me, and there’s a sharp, delicious crackle in my blood as I cling to the reminder thatHayden, my best friend, the guy I’ve known for years, is making me feel this way. His expression is focused, his smile dark as his attention shifts between my face and where his hand is buried inside me, like my pleasure is his pleasure. With our interlaced fingers, he squeezes my hand once, andI squeeze back.

His strokes slow as I come down, and his grin slants higher.

“Breathe,” he says quietly, climbing over me and kissing me. His tongue drags across mine, devouring me as both of us work to catch our breaths. His skin is so warm, and when he pulls back to smile down at me, I’m floating.

Between my legs, his erection nudges, straining against his boxers, and I get a wicked idea of my own.

CHAPTER 49

HAYDEN

Beingwith Darcy like this is life-changing. I’m never going to forget her sweet, needy moan or her expression of disbelief as her body pulsed with her orgasm.

My blood beats with pride and I roll onto my back, taking her with me so she straddles my hips, mouth inches from mine and sated expression all over her pretty face.

I’m done with sitting on the sidelines, building up Darcy’s confidence just to send her into the arms of some other guy. I’m done with being her wingman. I want her, and I’m going to show her.

I hold eye contact as I suck her perfect taste off my fingers, something I’ve been thinking about since I used the toy on her.

My mouth crooks up into a pleased smile. “I love the way you say my name.”

She blinks down at me, hair a mess and face, neck, and chest flushed, and I smile harder.

“And I love the way you look right now,” I admit.

She huffs. “Like I just got hit by a car?”

“Is that how you feel?” I lift a teasing eyebrow at her and smooth my hand down her lower back before cupping her ass. “I should try again.”

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