Page 101 of Wild Hearts

I let out a quiet gasp as my head drops back against the door and he lets my nipple fall out of his mouth with an audible pop. A soft whine comes out of me as he straightens, cupping my cheek in his warm palm. I look up at him with a questioning gaze.

“You’re going to need to let me know what’s okay,” he rasps out.

I nod.

“I want to taste you,” he murmurs, searching my face for any sign that the answer would be no.

My mouth goes dry and, unable to speak, I nod again.

“I need words, Rookie.”

My core pulses. “P-please,” I manage to stutter out.

“If you feel uncomfortable at all, I’ll stop,” he whispers.

I lean forward and press my lips to his. His tongue invades my mouth with a groan before his hands slip down my back, unclasping my bra and slipping it over my shoulders to fall to the ground.

I let out another gasp as he sucks one sensitive bud into his warm mouth while his hand comes up to play with the other, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips. I arch my back, trying to grind against him, seeking the delicious friction I’m desperate for.

Brady hisses. “Keep doing that, Rookie and I’m going to blow in my pants,” he grunts out, dropping to his knees and pressing his lips against my tattoo.

“Brady,” I pant. “Please.”

“Please what?” He shoots me a cocky grin.

“I need you,” I whisper arching into him again, this time I find purchase and I moan in pleasure.

Brady keeps his eyes on mine as he slowly rolls my leggings down. It’s torturous and I squirm in an effort to move faster, but his strong hold has locked me in place. He leans forward and presses a kiss to my heat over the top of my soaking wet panties. My body shudders and he tightens his grip on me.

Whimpering impatiently, I bend down and remove my underwear, kicking away what’s left of my clothes. Wrapping my fingers in his hair, I guide Brady back to where I need him.

With our eyes locked, he swipes his tongue along my centre, sucking my clit as he slides one finger into my folds, his touch slow and sensual. My eyes roll into the back of my head and he pulls away. I groan in frustration.

“Eyes on me, Rookie,” he demands. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth as I force myself to gaze down into Brady’s molten eyes. “That’s my girl.”

He alternates between sucking and nibbling on my sensitive bud, taking his time to savour me as my orgasm slowly builds. He adds a second finger, curling it so it hits exactly where I need it.

“Oh God,” I whisper as my body becomes a blazing inferno. “Don’t stop, don’t...” I grind myself against his face as my legs begin to shake. If it weren’t for Brady’s arm holding me in place, I would collapse from sheer ecstasy. I clench around his fingers, riding out the euphoric wave of intense pleasure.

“You taste so fucking good,” he says, nuzzling my core. He pulls back and meets my gaze, sucking his fingers into his mouth. My cheeks heat, but I can’t take my eyes off him. The way he worships my body while making me feel safe is something I never thought I’d feel again.

I press my hand to my chest, feeling like my heart is about to beat right out of my skin. Pressing one last kiss to my still tingling core, Brady climbs to his feet and kisses me. I can taste the hint of my arousal on his tongue.

“Was that okay?” he murmurs against my lips. “Are you okay?”

“I’m more than okay,” I say with a shaky laugh.

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