Page 19 of Wicked Love

“Youdo,” I whisper.

“Can we do this the rest of the night?”

“Yes, please.”

“Do you really want this?” he asks, looking up at me.

The view of him leaning over me is sinful.

“More than anything,” I whisper.

He leans over and fumbles around with his dress pants, pulling out a condom.

“Rhodes gave me this as a joke earlier,” he says.

“I’ll be sure to thank him when I see him.”

He grins and pulls down my underwear, looking at me reverently.

“Beautiful,” he says, his breath skating over my center.

I shiver and he parts my legs before leaning down to flick his tongue over me. I whimper and it encourages him. His fingers spread me wide and then his large hands encase my hips as his tongue does magical things I never knew were possible.

It’s like he can’t get enough and I have never felt so good in all my life. I hold onto his hair and lose myself in the rush.

When I start fluttering against him, he groans and keeps going. I put the pillow over my mouth and cry out and when the waves slow down, he places a kiss between my legs and moves over me, hovering with his hands on either side of my face.

“I can’t resist you,” he says huskily.

He dips his head so his forehead touches mine.

I feel how hard he is between my legs now, but he’s still wearing his pajama pants. My fingers move beneath the band and I slide them down.

“You want more?” he asks. “We don’t have to?—”

“I want more,” I tell him.

My hands wrap around him, and I gasp at the feel of him. He’s huge and fevered, so thick and long. I turn to liquid just touching him. My thumb slides over the tip of him and he shudders with a low groan.

“Poppy.” It sounds like gravelly worship coming from his lips.

He pulls away to put on the condom and I wish it was brighter in here so I could see him better. What I can see in the dim light is enough to make me woozy with lust.

When he barely slides his tip in, we both gasp. He brushes my hair back with his fingers and looks at me intently, dipping in a little deeper.

“You’re perfect,” he says.

I’m so wet that his slide in is easier each time. Once he’s all the way in, he pauses and his eyes squeeze shut. When they open again, he looks feral, but I feel safe and brazen and feral myself. He drags out of me slowly and back in, a few long glides that leave me weak.

I widen my legs and he sucks in a breath, pistoning intome, hitting deeper and deeper. My breasts bounce and he leans back to look at them, his teeth stretching over his bottom lip as he thrusts. I hold onto his hips and meet his thrusts, gasping when he does an extra roll that hits me just right. He’s so deep and the rhythm is so intense, it doesn’t seem possible that I could already be this close, but I am.

My mouth parts and I can’t stop the moan that comes out. He moves faster and my whole body stiffens as I clamp around him like a vise, squeezing the life out of him. He lets out a hoarse moan and pulses into me. His head burrows into my shoulder and I clutch his hair, holding him close as wave after wave goes through me.

Seriously the best thing I’ve ever felt.

There’s a sound in the next room and he stiffens, his head lifting.

“I’m sorry,” he says and pulls out, wincing as I reluctantly let him go.

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