Page 5 of Wild Hearts

“I need to hear you say it, Rookie.”

She swallows and says, “Please, Brady. I want you.”

I carry her over to her bed and lay her down gently, resting on my forearms to keep my weight from squashing her.

“This is a big deal,” I rasp. My lips brush her jaw, peppering kisses down to the crook of her neck and along her clavicle. I love the way her skin erupts into goosebumps from my touch.

“I know,” she murmurs, wrapping her fingers in my hair.

“Are you sure you’re ready?”

I’m giving her an out. My body is trembling against hers. It’s not my first time, but it is hers and I need to make sure this is what she really wants. We’ve only been together a couple of months, and we’ve been apart for most of that time. I don’t want her to feel pressured into anything.

She lets out a groan, pushing against my chest so that she can look me in the eye. “Brady, we’ve known each other for five years. I trust you, and I want you. If you don’t hurry up, I’m going to have to ask you to leave so I can take care of matters myself.”

The thought of her touching herself like that almost has me losing it in my pants. I push up, so that I can tug my shirt over my head. I toss it in the corner and help her sit up to remove her dress. She’s wearing a matching underwear set that makes my pulse skyrocket–pale pink with a lace trim. She reaches around and unsnaps her bra so that her breasts fall free. I can barely control myself.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I growl before plunging my tongue into her mouth again.

I lay her back down and trace a path with my tongue to her right breast. I swipe at her nipple, sucking it into my mouth, loving the sounds it draws out of her. I bring my hand up to roll the other one between my fingers and she cards her fingers through my hair, holding me to her.

I take my time, nipping and sucking each breast in turn before trailing lower down her stomach. My cock is straining uncomfortably against my jeans, but tonight is about her, not me.

Wren lets out a delicious gasp as I nuzzle my lips against the lace covering her core. I hook my fingers in the material and ask again, “Are you sure about this?”

She lifts her ass and pushes her underwear down in response. I use my finger to swipe at the moisture between her legs before replacing it with my tongue. She tastes so fucking good. The moan that comes from her mouth causes my balls to tighten and I’m worried that I’m going to come before I can even get my pants off.

I alternate licking and sucking, slow and fast, pulling her sensitive bud into my mouth. When I think she’s close, I slowly add one finger, pumping it in and out of her as I let her sweet taste coat my tongue. She’s so fucking tight, I don’t want to hurt her.

Her body starts to shake and I lap her up, enjoying every last bit of her release. Once she stops squirming beneath me, I kiss my way back up her naked body.

I brush her hair behind her ear and press our lips together before resting my forehead against hers and letting out a shaky chuckle.

“Holy shit.”

Wren cups my cheek in her palm and murmurs, “Please tell me you brought condoms.”

My stomach back flips. I didn’t come here this weekend expecting sex, but I’m also a teenage boy who had safe sex drummed into me from both my parents and my teachers.

“Are you sure you want this?” I ask.

My heart damn near explodes in happiness when she looks me in the eye and says with certainty, “I want you.”

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