Page 127 of The Hearts We Fumble
Wyatt sucks in a sharp breath, her lips parting slightly. My grin widens.
“You done messing with your hair yet, baby?” My voice drops, thick with need. “Because I need you right now. And I want you to lift that excuse of a shirt and let me see those gorgeous tits.”
She doesn’t answer. Doesn’t need to. Because the camera shifts, flashing glimpses of her hallway as she moves. The faint click of her bedroom door shutting sends a thrill down my spine.
Her bed creaks as she climbs onto the mattress, settling in, before her face fills the screen again.
“Let me see you,” she whispers.
I don’t hesitate. Reaching behind my neck, I grab the hem of my shirt and yank it off, adjusting the camera so she gets a full view of my chest.
Wyatt groans, her eyes darkening. “You have no idea how much of a turn-on your arms are.”
I smirk, dragging my palm down my abs.
“The way you talk about throwing me down,” she murmurs, voice turning breathy. “I can picture it. You pinning me beneath you, your muscles flexing, your cologne all over my skin…”
She’s lost in the thought of it, andfuckif I don’t love seeing her like this.
“Well, then you should know,” I rasp, “that I love nothing more than having you under me. The softness of your skin, the way you arch for me when I take you deep, the way your tits bounce every time I slam into you.”
She shivers at my words, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Every inch of you,” I murmur. “Every curve. Your stomach, those gorgeous tits. You consume every damn thought in my head, and now I need toseeyou.”
Wyatt doesn’t wait for permission. She sits up, grabs the hem of her tank top, and pulls it over her head.
My breath catches.
She adjusts her arms, pushing her full, round breasts together, her pale pink nipples pebbled against her fair skin. The soft freckles along her shoulders and cheeks make my chest ache with something primal.
I groan, gripping my length through my sweats. “Jesus Christ, baby. You trying to kill me?”
Her lips curl into a slow, knowing smile. “Maybe.”
I’m wrecked. Done.
Wyatt sucks her finger into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she drags it out slowly, trailing it over her nipple. A low, breathy moan spills from her lips, and fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
My grip tightens around my dick through my sweats, barely resisting the urge to tear them off right now.
“Zane,” she whispers when her eyes flutter open, heavy with lust.
“I’m so fuckin’ hard for you, firecracker.”
“Let me see,” she murmurs, her voice almost pleading.
I glance around, trying to figure out how to prop my tablet up. Dragging my duffel bag closer, I wedge it against the screen—not perfect, but it'll work. I shove my sweats down over my hips, and the second my cock springs free, I wrap my fist around it, dragging my thumb over the tip.
“You wanna watch me get off thinking about fucking you, Wy?”
She nods, biting her lip as her hand disappears out of frame. But Iknowexactly what she’s doing. The moment she touches herself, her head tips back, a shaky breath slipping past her lips.
My abs tighten. My grip flexes.
“Tell me what you’re doing, baby.”
Her tits jiggle with the movement of her arm, her soft breaths turning to heavy pants.
