Page 82 of Wild Eyes
But he doesn’t draw away like last time. His hands move lower, and he lifts me, pulling me closer. Placing me right on his lap. My knees land on either side of his body, my pussy lined up with the massive bulge in his jeans. His hands rove over my rib cage. Under my shirt. Fingers slippingjustunder the strap of my bra.
He pulls back and lifts his hand to trail his fingers over the edges of my lips. “This fucking mouth, Skylar.”
“You like it?” I dart my tongue out, egging him on.
“If I told you all the things I’ve dreamed about doing to this mouth, you’d turn the prettiest shade of pink.”
I nip at the lower line of his jaw and grind down on his cock. “Then you better tell me in broad daylight, so you can be sure I do.”
His fingers flick at my back, and my bra gapes open between my shoulders. My hips swivel. The feel of him overwhelms me, the pressure of grinding myself on him through our clothes has every nerve ending dancing. I feel him swell even thicker and longer beneath me and gasp at the feel.
“Guess I’ll have to settle for feeling my way around tonight and fuck your mouth tomorrow then.” West’s voice scrapes over my skin, hands pushing up to cup my breasts. They fit so perfectly in his big hands. They may have been made for me, but itfeelslike they were made for him.
“Fuck,” I mutter as his head drops and his stubbled face drags over my collarbones, lips exploring, teeth dragging, tongue swirling. He tastes my skin like I’m his favorite treat, and I want him to never stop.
His thumbs flick at my already pointed nipples before he plucks at them, teasing me. I tip my head back, eyes closed, letting him play.
“Gonna fuck these too, fancy face.”
“Yeah?” My pelvis clenches and I rock against him eagerly, listening to his breathing go ragged.
The boat’s motion only adds to the friction, and I’m so eager for his touch. I arch my back, offering myself to him. His palms are so big and rough and warm. I want so badly to see how they look on me right now. To watch him explore. Never has such a simple touch set me so alight.
“Fuck yeah. But first…” He shifts, turning us. “I’m?—”
But as we turn, so does the boat.
It feels as though it happens in slow motion. He throws his weight to correct it. I lose my balance.
And rather than letting me go and saving himself from the cold water…
He comes with me.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
WEST
I don’t let goof Skylar. My brain rushes a mile a minute. For a beat, I’m stressed. If this girl doesn’t know how to make a bed, does she know how to swim?
Within seconds, we surface together, under the cover of the canoe. Her legs kick just as steady as mine. She’s just as thoroughly soaked as I am.
“Are you—” Right as I’m about to ask her if she’s okay, she bursts out laughing.
It’s a deep belly laugh, magnified by the wooden dome overhead. It’s too dark for me to make her out, but I can feel her arms moving.
I’m struck for a moment. Struck by the fact that I don’t think I’ve heard her laugh—not like this. It’s different. Without a shred of self-consciousness. Here, in this dark, private bubble, she seems a little more herself than she is outside of it.
I feel as though I know her better than I have any right to after tonight. And that has nothing to do with having had my hands on her body and her legs around my waist.
There’s no point in denying it.
I enjoy Skylar’s company.
“Only us,” she wheezes, treading water. “This would only happen to us.”
“If you hadn’t been grinding on my dick like an eager little?—”
“You’rethe one who picked me up and ruined my grinding.”
