Page 38 of A Wild Heart

“Hold the headboard, babe,” he ordered before sucking in a deep breath, sniffing me in the most audacious way. I wanted to die of embarrassment. I wanted to grind myself against his tongue. It was a toss-up, really.

My arms shook as I grabbed the pale wooden railing at the top of the headboard and his hands came around my hips, landing on the tops of my thighs, spreading me open until l sank down, literally sitting on his face.

I really would have been mortified, if he hadn’t groaned as soon as his mouth tasted me. He sucked on my lips before running his tongue along my seam slow and hard. Throwing my head back, I moaned into the room around us, gripping that damn rail like my life depended on it.

He wrapped his arms around my thighs, pulling me tight against his mouth, and my legs shook around his face. “Ride my tongue,” he mumbled into my core and I didn’t need to be told twice.

I rocked against him as he tongued me and sucked my clit. And when he slipped that tongue inside of me, I almost came right there, except he slid out from underneath me, flipped over, and pulled me down the bed, my hands sliding from the rail and the only thing holding me up, so the top of me fell to his bed with an oomph.

I giggled into the bedspread, so aroused and high on us. I heard the familiar sound of a condom packet and then his hands were back on my hips, pulling them up so my knees were to the bed and my ass was high in the air. I reached up, pulling on the bed linens, even as I pressed the side of my face harder into the mattress.

One quick stroke and he filled me up completely on a grunt. He paused there, leaning over my body, running his large hands over the expanse of my back.

I ground back against him, so greedy, right on the edge, but he didn’t move. He just tangled his hand in my hair and placed small kisses down the length of my spine.

“Please,” I groaned and a dark chuckle slid over me.

Goose bumps broke out over my skin as he pulled my hair and eased out of me before slamming home again.

“Fuck,” he grunted, slowly fucking me. “I could live here. Right inside of you.”

My stomach somersaulted at his words and regardless of his slow pace, I felt like I could come apart right then and there.

As his hand drifted from my hand and down my side, slipping between my legs, warmth spread up my body like wildfire, and one flick of his finger across my nub and I exploded, my hands clenched in his bedding. My back arched. A sheen of sweat on my brow. My eyes tightly closed while fireworks ignited and burst behind them.

It was always like this with Weston. Quick and fast, half our clothes still on because we couldn’t wait. Passionate, fervent, intense. Would I never get enough of this man? Would I never satiate my need for him?

I cried out as I came and came, and he pounded into me, grunting obscenities and whispering filthy words that would have made me blush in my previous life but only pushed me even further over the edge in this one.

“God, this cunt. I’m addicted to it,” he ground out, pushing into me one final time while I contracted around him. Giving my pulsing clit one final pinch that made me shout out, he laughed low, rolling off of me and leaving me all alone in his bed.

I rolled to my side, trying to catch my breath as I watched that fine, muscular ass walk across the room and to the bathroom. I wanted to bite that delectable tush.

But I was too tired then, so I curled up on the bed for a moment, relaxing until I got myself together enough to go home.

He came back into the room, his big cock swinging between his legs, nothing but his T-shirt on, and I thought about asking for a round two but didn’t want to push this casual thing between us with a longer than necessary visit, so I sat up on the side of the bed, looking around for my panties, but a hand grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back into the bed. We fell back in a pile of limbs. My shirt was whipped off and over my head and my back was firmly pressed to Weston’s chest.

“Relax. I’m not done with you yet,” he said softly, his voice sleepy in my ear.

“I should get home to Parker,” I said on a yawn, sinking into him, playing small spoon to his big one even though I’d just told him I should leave.

“I’ll take you home as soon as we’re finished.” He pulled me closer to him if possible and buried his face in my hair. “She’ll be fine. She’s a good kid.”

I grinned. She was a good kid. I thought about dinner and how she and Prisha had talked our heads off and while Weston hadn’t said much, he’d been an attentive listener and even cracked a smile every now and then at their shenanigans.

It had been good and not near as awkward as I’d expected. I didn’t know how Parker and Weston would get on. I hadn’t planned on them ever meeting to find out, but I was thankful and relieved that they seemed to like each well enough. I smiled even harder thinking about how Parker had stood on the porch after Prisha had left, and Weston had pushed that helmet onto my head and helped me onto the bike behind him. Parker had given us the thumbs-up and yelled, “Y’all look cool as shit!” over the thundering pipes of the bike.

“Language!” I’d yelled back, annoyed, and then I’d felt the rumble of Weston’s laughter under my hands on his chest.

I let out a little giggle and felt him move behind me and lean over me until his gaze met mine. “You do that a lot. These random laughs and giggles,” he said, studying my face.

I felt my smile fall. I guess I had been doing that a lot lately. “I didn’t use to. Not for a long time.” I thought about when it had started. When I’d moved here. When Miranda and I had started hanging out. When I’d met Weston at the bar. “It’s a recent development,” I finished.

He gave me a half-close-mouthed lopsided smile and chucked me on the chin with his finger before lying back down behind me and saying, “Keep that up, Slugger. I like it.”

I giggled again before sighing and settling back into him. When it was too quiet and his breathing had evened out, I thought maybe he’d fallen asleep. I figured maybe a small nap wouldn’t hurt before round two and closed my eyes.

But it was like he felt me do it because immediately he said, “Your husband passed away.”

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