Page 91 of The Hearts We Fumble
The thought slams into me like a linebacker at full force, and I stumble back, guiding her with me toward the couch. She pauses, searching my face, trying to decide whether I’m pulling away or pulling her closer.
I make the decision easy for her.
“Climb on, baby,” I rasp. “I need to feel you right now.”
Her hesitation vanishes. She straddles my lap, fitting against me like she was made to be here, and I grip her hips, pulling her closer.
Yet, it’s still not close enough.
Her arms wind around my neck, and I steal another kiss, swallowing her quiet gasp as she rocks her hips against me.
Heat flares through my body, sinking deep in my veins.
Her fingers tangle in my hair, nails scraping lightly against my scalp, and I groan, dragging my hands over the curve of her ass, guiding her into another slow grind against me.
“You feel that, firecracker?” I murmur, my voice rough with need.
She nods, her breath coming quicker, her lips parted.
“Good,” I rasp, tightening my grip on her hips. “Because I’m just getting started.”
“Love this pussy,” I groan, pressing my palm against the heat between her legs.
She arches into my touch, a needy sound escaping her throat as I claim her mouth in a deep, demanding kiss.
“You want me to get you off like this, baby?”
She nods frantically, her breath hitching as I work slow, torturous circles over her clit. Her fingers fly to my wrist, urging me lower, her body begging for more.
I smirk against her lips. “My naughty girl. So wet, just for me.”
Her head drops back, a soft whimper slipping from her lips. “This is what you do to me.”
Her hand slips between us, grazing over the front of my shorts, and I suck in a sharp breath, my hips jerking into her palm.
“Fuck.” The word rips from my throat, ragged and raw.
Wyatt’s eyes darken with satisfaction. She loves knowing exactly how worked up she has me. Before I can react, she pushes off my lap, and my body instantly protests the loss of her warmth.
I don’t get the chance to ask her what she’s doing before she sinks to her knees in front of me.
Oh fuck.
My cock throbs at the sight of her looking up at me, lips parted, hair framing her face.
“Baby,” I rasp, my pulse hammering. “What are you doing?”
Her lips curl into a wicked smile. “Let me take care of you.”
She leans in, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the front of my shorts. Heat radiates through the fabric, her warm breath setting every nerve ending on fire.
My hands clench into fists at my sides, every muscle in my body coiled tight with need.
She fumbles with my waistband, tugging my shorts and boxers down in one swift movement. My cock springs free—thick, aching, and desperate for her.
Her breath catches, eyes flicking up to mine, and fuck me if I don’t nearly lose it right then.
She reaches out, wrapping delicate fingers around the base, her touch light and teasing. I groan, gripping the tip, trying like hell to keep from coming at just the sight of her like this.
