Page 9 of Heat & Hard Candies

I couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped me with his touch.

He rumbled. “You like the way it feels when I touch you here?”

“So much.” The words were nearly a moan. “Don’t stop.”

“What if I can make it even better?”

“Please.”

He chuckled, and released my breasts. Before I could miss the contact, he rolled me to my back and positioned himself over the top of me.

My entire body flooded with heat.

I wanted him to rock against me, to show me how much he wanted me, but he leaned on his side instead.

When his fingers hooked in the waistband of my shorts, I couldn’t look away.

“These need to go,” he said, watching my face.

“They do,” I breathed.

His lips curved wickedly, and I lifted my hips as he pulled them down my thighs, just a few inches. “Damn, you’re soaked for me.”

“Kyle.” My voice was a plea.

“Don’t beg me, Beautiful. Tell me. I’m yours.”

My entire body shivered at the intensity in his voice. “Touch me.”

His smile widened. “Here?” He dragged his fingers lightly up the inside of my thigh, inches from where I wanted him. He hadn’t pulled my shorts and bottoms down all of the way, so my legs were trapped a bit, but it made the moment feel more intense somehow.

I grabbed his hand, lifted it to my core, and set his fingers where I wanted them. Then, I grabbed his arm. I wasn’t sure whether I was holding it in place, or holding on to it like an anchor.

His eyes grew molten, and he slowly dragged a finger through the slickness of my folds. The satisfaction in his eyes when my hips jerked told me he knew he’d done it right.

I loved that.

The confidence.

The pride.

It was the sexiest thing on the planet. And something I could use a lot more of in my life.

“I’m supposed to be kissing you,” he murmured, lowering his lips to one of my breasts. When he sucked my nipple between his lips, I cried out in pleasure.

My hips jerked as he stroked my clit slowly.

We’d only just started, but I was close to the edge. Ridiculously close.

He kept touching me and kissing me, and I just couldn’t take it.

I gripped his arm desperately as I cried out with pleasure, my hips rocking through my orgasm.

The way Kyle kept stroking me told me he wasn’t done.

“Have you ever climaxed for someone, Beautiful?” he asked me, his lips barely above my breast.

I shook my head, breathing too quickly to speak.

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