Page 58 of Finding Their Place

“You taste like wine and pizza,” he whispered and nipped my lower lip.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He nipped again and turned his attention to my neck. “You’re so goddamn delicious.” More kisses, slow drags of his tongue over my clavicle, between my breasts…

Wyatt slid down my body, taking his time tasting me from mouth to hip bones, bypassing where I throbbed.

“You’re a tease,” I whisper-moaned, my fingers fighting for purchase in his hair.

“Mmm,” he hummed over the top of my pelvis.

I lifted my hips and shoved his face southward. “Take care of me.”

“Always, sweet Haley,” he said, his tone warm and promising—as though he planned on more than just pleasing me in bed. He latched onto my clit and suckled, pulling a dozen curses from my lips and keeping my thoughts firmly focused on the chemistry between us.

I spread my legs wider as he settled between them, grabbing hold of my ass cheeks.

Wyatt nosed me from asshole to clit, a rumbled groan of appreciation making me tingle clear through to my toes. “So.” He kissed the bundle of nerves. “Damn.” He licked it. “Delicious.” Wyatt latched on, and I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying out.

God of Pussy Eating.

He had me so fucking turned on I couldn’t snicker at the new nickname that shot to my brain.

“Yes,” I moaned instead, trying to fuck myself on his face.

Another low rumbled noise of appreciation against my core caused goosebumps to ripple over my skin. He’d already made me come three times, but my body definitely wasn’t done for the night.

Arousal and saliva slid down my ass crack, and I couldn’t keep from whimpering out my need for more.

Two fingers slid into my sopping pussy, curling exactly right.

“Oh God,” I groaned and clenched my teeth, but Wyatt wrapped his free arm around my hips to hold me from fucking myself against his hand.

“Let me eat you, baby,” he murmured against my clit while stroking deep inside me. “Want to make you come again.”

“Oh fuck, yes.” I grabbed hold of his hair and held him in place while he went to town, devouring me like a starved man until I creamed all over his fingers, biting my tongue to keep quiet.

He slid slickened fingertips over my asshole while lapping at my cum.

I lifted my knees to give him better access, still high as a damn kite.

Wyatt teased and toyed with my hole, pressing but not breaching.

“You can fuck me there if you want,” I whispered, eyes closed and ready to pass out.

“Christ, woman.” Wyatt groaned, removed his finger from my crack, and pressed a lingering kiss on the puckered skin. “Someday…”

He dragged his lips all the way back up my body, and I licked the taste of myself off his tongue he slid along mine in languid strokes.

“Your mouth,” I groaned against his, arousal wanting to spring back to life between my thighs.

“Your everything,” Wyatt answered and rubbed his nose over mine. He let out a heavy exhale and rolled off me.

“Where are you going?” I whined—didn’t even give a shit I was obvious as fuck.

“Going to clean you up, make sure you’re comfortable, then head home.”

My chest tightened. “No.”

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