Page 46 of Wreck Me
Her eyes followed his hands as he reached for the button of his jeans and released it with a flick. He grinned when she bit her lip and sat up a little straighter when he unzipped his fly. It was a painful process given how hard he was, but he managed. His cock was an insistent motherfucker, poking its head out from the waistband of his boxer briefs.
Megan continued to lie there, her hungry gaze an almost tangible feeling on his skin, while he shucked the rest of his clothes and stood before her naked. Her eyes were wide as she stared at his cock, and she licked her lips again when he took it in his hand and stroked it.
He needed to do something to keep his impending orgasm at bay.
She took her time bringing her gaze back to his and when she did, it told him everything he needed to know without her saying a word.
He moved over her, bracing his arms on either side of her ribcage, and lowered his head to her gorgeous breasts. He lapped at one nipple, his tongue drawing circles around it before pulling it into his mouth and sucking hard. She arched against him, her hands locked around his head, pulling him close.
When he’d given each nipple proper attention, he moved farther down her torso, dropping hot, open-mouthed kisses along the expanse of soft skin. He closed his eyes and rubbed his nose against it, reveling in the desire that surrounded him like a cloak.
He kneeled at the edge of the bed, running his hands up her thighs, spreading her legs farther apart. His lips followed the path his hands took, trailing hot kisses up and down the inside of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her center but never quite touching her there.
Aidan stared at her center, running the tip of his finger between her warm folds and up her seam. She quivered under his touch, and a low moan came from her.
“You like my touch, baby?”
Her hands gripped for the sheets underneath her. “Yes. More. Please.”
Satisfied he’d reduced her to one-word sentences, he leaned forward and ran his tongue up her seam before sucking on her clit, causing her back to arch up off the bed.
“Easy, baby. Hold still.” He laid a hand over her lower belly, his large hand spanning from each side of her pelvic bones.
“I just…oh God. That feels so…”
He smiled and continued his ministrations with his tongue, burying himself in all of her essence.
After a few more flicks of her clit and inserting two fingers into her tight channel, he heard her breathing change and felt the way her pussy clamped down on his fingers, and he knew she was close.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Come for me. Let go.”
Her hands fisted and his name burst from her throat. “Yes! Oh Aidan!”
When the convulsions stopped, he stood and looked down at her, rubbing his mouth with the back of his hand. Megan threw an arm over her eyes, her chest heaving as though she’d run from a fire.
He fisted his cock in his hand and let her come back down a little bit before he took all that she’d be willing to give. She dropped her arm onto the bed and lifted her head to meet his stare. “I think you may have fried a few circuits.”
“Well, bring them back online, baby. I haven’t done my worst with you yet.”
Thirteen
What Have You Done to Me?
Megan imaginedwhat Aidan would look like under all those clothes. His snug T-shirts and jeans had hinted at the glory beneath.
But now that he was standing at the end of the bed, looking down at her, she realized she’d been woefully unprepared for the majesty that was Aidan Reynolds.
He was the whole package—the thick dark hair, bright blue eyes that held her captive like a tractor beam, the dark stubble that shadowed his strong jaw. His shoulders and chest were broad and strong with perfectly chiseled pecs. It was obvious the man stayed in excellent shape as the six-pack abs could attest to.
And he’d been hiding those tattoos under his shirts. She’d have to examine those later because, damn, they were hot on his tanned skin.
She licked her lips as her gaze traveled down to his narrow hips with—dear God—that sexy-ass V that seemed to point to exactly what she wanted. His thighs were long and lean but muscular. And what was between those thighs?
Holy mother of God.
Aidan easily had the biggest cock of any man she’d been with. But it wasn’t just size—which she had to admit intimidated her just a bit—it was the curve and veined skin. Penises weren’t usually the hottest part of the man even if they felt good, but Aidan had a beautiful cock.
Not to mention he was a silver-tongued devil that knew exactly how to push all her buttons. Evil man.
