Page 103 of Wild Hearts

“What do you want?”

“I want you,” she whispers, heat flushing her cheeks.

My stomach coils in anticipation. “Are you sure you’re ready?”

She nods. I release her hands and she rolls onto her side opening her bedside drawer and fumbling around for a condom. She rips open the foil with her teeth and I step forward so she can roll it onto my length. Once I’m fully sheathed, she shuffles over to the middle of the bed, making room for me.

“Rookie,” I murmur, kneeling on the bed next to her. “I don’t want to rush you.”

She swallows. “I trust you.”

“I know you do.” I lean down and kiss her lips. “And I’m glad you feel safe with me, but it was only a couple of weeks ago that–”

“That night you surprised me, and I panicked,” she says, wincing in embarrassment. “But I want you. I want this.” She tries to pull me toward her, but I resist, placing my hand on her chest in the valley between her breasts. Her breathing hitches and I feel her heart racing under my fingertips.

“I’ll never deny you,” I whisper, leaning down and sucking her nipple into my mouth as my hand snakes down to find her soaking entrance. “But we’re going to take this slow, okay?”

She lets out a shuddering breath. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” I grin down at her as I press one finger inside, massaging her swollen clit with my thumb. Her eyes flutter closed, but I press my lips to hers and murmur, “Keep your eyes on me, baby. I need to know you’re here with me.”

She nods, locking her gaze on mine. I add another finger and she moans, her walls clenching around my hand.

“That’s it,” I tell her. “Let me see you come undone for me, Rookie.” My words have her trembling beneath me as my fingers pump in and out of her. “Are you ready for me?” I ask, sucking on the sensitive skin below her ear.

“Please,” she breathes out.

“Eyes on me.” I move so that I’m on my knees between her thighs. I gaze down at her messy hair, her red cheeks, her swollen lips. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Brady,” she pants. “Please, I need you.”

I take a deep breath and lean down on one elbow, hovering over her but making sure to keep the bulk of my weight off her. I take my throbbing cock in my other hand, swiping it along her core and covering it in her arousal.

Wren’s blue orbs don’t stray from mine as I gently press into her, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion as she takes me inch by inch.

“Is this okay?” I grunt out.

A single tear slides down her cheek and I freeze. She reaches up and brushes it away before cupping my face in both her hands.

“I’m okay.” She lifts her head and gives me a slow, sweet kiss. “These are happy tears, I promise,” she whispers against my lips.

She wiggles her hips, taking me in further and I let out a moan, dropping my head into the crease of her neck. “You feel so good,” I tell her, my hand snaking between us to roll her nipple in my fingertips.

I push into her until I’m fully seated and she clenches around me.Fuck.I need her to enjoy this, to have a positive experience with sex, but the more her body reacts to having me inside her, the harder it’s going to be to hold out.

I run my tongue along her jaw until I reach her mouth. Our lips fuse together, our tongues engaging in a hungry dance. I pull out and thrust into her, keeping my movements slow. She arches her back, taking me deeper. I pick up the pace, our hips moving in rhythm together. I slide my hand between us, playing with her clit as our kisses become sloppier.

She begs me not to stop in a needy moan, and I feel like my heart is about to explode.

Wren convulses around me with a sweet little cry, biting down on my shoulder, pushing me over the edge alongside her, riding out my own high as a burst of pleasure ripples through me and I spill into the condom.

I carefully roll off her, staring up at the ceiling as we both try to capture our breath. I slide my arm underneath her, holding her close as we both process what just happened.

“Are you okay?” I murmur, pressing my lips to the top of her head.

“Yes,” she says, as if she can’t quite believe it. “I am. I’m okay.”

I can’t hold in the small chuckle that escapes my lips. “That’s my girl.” I don’t want to move, but I need to dispose of the condom. “Give me a sec,” I say, not wanting her to think I’m abandoning her. I gently extract my arm and climb out of bed, padding across the room to her ensuite.

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