Page 58 of The Wingman

I lightly nip his bottom lip, and his big hands grip my ass in a swift motion before I’m in his lap.

“God, you smell so fucking good,” he says, pressing a line of kisses down my neck.

So this is what a kiss is supposed to be like, a tiny voice whispers in my head. It’s not just one single kiss, it’s a hundred, in a hundred different places on my body. I’ve had my neck kissed, but not like this.

Never like this.

It’s the most intense, erotic, intimate sexual experience of my life, and we’re both still wearing all our clothes.

“And you’re doing so well,” he says between kisses, big hand moving up and down my thigh like he’s trying to touch as much of me as possible.

My breasts feel heavy and achy, desperate for his hands to cover them. He twists his hand in the back of my hair as he takes my mouth, sinking deeper, and delicious tingles run down my neck, down my back, across my skin. He’s not usually so dominant. He’s my goofy, sweet, fun-loving Hayden, but he’s gripping the back of my hair, moving me however he wants like it’s for his pleasure.

Arousal rushes through me, sharp and surprising. It’s like last week’s cuddle turned up to eleven. Every nerve ending inmy lips is being brushed and sucked and nibbled and stroked, and when I shift, I feel the hard bar of Hayden’s erection pressing between my legs.

Sparks gather behind my clit from the pressure, and my eyes go wide, unseeing. Hayden’s joke earlier about not being small rings in my head, and I whimper. He catches it with his mouth, applying gentle suction to my tongue, and my brain melts.

If this is what it’s like to kiss Hayden, what’s he like in bed?

Flutters roll through me. We’re in public, but I would be totally okay with Hayden flipping me over to my back, yanking my pants down, and taking me right here. Minutes after I admitted I’d never had a G-spot orgasm, I feel like I could probably have one if we kept at this kissing thing for a while longer.

He kisses like he’s desperate for me, like he’s been waiting for this for years, like he doesn’t want it to end. Like he wants it to go further. The hard press of his erection against my stomach sends a flurry of flutters through my body.

The breath whooshes out of me, and he makes a low noise of approval into my mouth. I realize I just ground myself against him.

“God, Darcy,” he groans against my lips. “Fucking finally.”

I shiver with arousal. I want this. I want him to take this so much further, right on this couch in front of everyone.

He pulls back, and my heart pounds at the territorial look in Hayden’s eyes. Something’s different now, but I’m too focused on the way he’s looking at me, dazed and frustrated.

He sucks in a deep breath and blinks, and the look fades from his eyes.

“That’s probably enough practice,” he mutters, gripping my waist with his big hands and setting me down beside him.

Every instinct in my body screams at me to climb back ontohis lap, but I just nod and smooth my hair down. My scalp still tingles from where he gripped the strands.

“Thanks,” I croak, catching my breath. What the hell just happened?

He reaches for his drink and downs the rest of it, not looking at me. “Don’t mention it.”

CHAPTER 27

HAYDEN

When we get homefrom the party, my heart is still pounding and I’m still painfully hard.

“How was that for a do-over?” Darcy asks with a self-deprecating grin as I open the front door.

My mind races with thoughts of our kiss. Our conversation about G-spot orgasms. The way Patrick fucking Grant looked at her. Pent-up need still rushes through me with nowhere to go, and I’m going to burst out of my skin.

This whole night has been an exercise in control, and I’m at my limit.

That kiss. That fucking kiss changed everything, and I don’t know what to do.

“You did great, Darce.” I pull her coat off and hang it up. “Full marks.”

Her pretty mouth stretches into a pleased grin, and I’m flooded with the memory of the needy moan she made when I pulled her into my lap.

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