Page 101 of Ride the Sky

“Fuck,” he explodes on a breath.

Then I grab him by the back of the neck and yank him back to my lips. “Another,” I demand.

His kiss is kindling. I need something to do with my mouth anyway so I don’t bite his fucking head off.

Because he pushed me. Right over the edge, right into his arms.

My stomach knots with trepidation. With lust. I need him. So damn much. I shouldn’t kiss him. Kissing means feelings, means strings. But suddenly, I don’t care. Everything I’ve been keeping in, is out. Most of it. The guilt, the darkness in my chest, swallowed by Wyatt’s beautiful light. This kiss.

His hands slip and slide up my hips to caress my breasts. Our damp bodies heave in the warm night air. My breath hitches as he presses me against his sculpted chest and backs me upagainst the wall of the cottage. Pins me there with his hips. I rock against his bare thigh, feeling how it heats me up.

“Wyatt,” I whisper, that single word, his name, causing a wildfire to burn in my stomach. “This is a mistake…”

“Not a mistake.” He nips my throat, a sharp, branding claim. “No mistake about this. No mistake about our marriage.”

Useless to argue with the man. Right now, at least.

He rests his scruffy cheek against mine before dragging it back to look at me. “I can’t fucking breathe, Fallon, I need you. So goddamn bad.” The expression on his face is dark, primal. The hard swell of his Adam’s apple tells me I have him. We can play this game a little bit longer.

But what game is it anymore? And does it even matter?

He’s back. On my lips. Kissing me until my knees buckle. I moan into his mouth. Horny doesn’t even describe what we are. Ravenous. Fucking insane. Desperate for each other.

His fingertips skim my thighs before traveling up my chest to tug at one of the strings of my bikini. My head falls back. Exposed air hits my breast, pebbles my nipple.

It doesn’t matter that we’re both soaked and shivering, Wyatt’s warm muscles, his hard body, chase away any chill.Heats every inch of me.

And then he takes me in his mouth, his teeth gently grazing my nipple, while his other hand travels down below to slowly slip into my bikini bottoms.

“Wyatt—” But words suddenly fail me. His fingers find my heat, slipping into me.

“Your fucking gorgeous pussy,” he murmurs. “So fucking soaked. So fucking tight around me.”

Aiden’s face briefly flashes in my mind, but as quick as it comes, it’s gone.

It’s not the same. Not with this man.

“More,” I demand.

His eyes flare with need.

Then he drops to his knees. Before I can say a word, he pins me back against a porch column and parts my legs. “Need to taste you.”

The scruff of his cheeks scratches the inside of my thighs. Then his mouth is on me. Long, slow, relishing strokes over my pussy. He’s been dying for this as much as I have. The thought makes me go weak.

I suck in a breath. Close my eyes. Everything inside me is warming, tightening. “Oh m-my God. Fuck.”

Wyatt takes two handfuls of my ass in his hands and thrusts me against his face. My thighs tremble, my sex pulses as he eats me out. I’m drenched, dripping. My legs jerk around him, my fingers curl into his hair.

“Wyatt, please,” I gasp, hating myself for not being able to hold anything back from him. Not tonight.

He pulls back to grin up at me. “You’re fuckin’ hungry, ain’t you, cowgirl?” He slides a finger through my damp folds then brings it to his lips and licks off my wetness. “Let me tell you what we’re gonna do. I’m gonna eat you out until your knees are shakin’ then take you inside and fuck you raw.”

My chest heaves, my naked breasts shaking. A mewl pops out of my mouth. I hate myself. “Yes.”

“Good.” He presses a forearm against my hips, pinning me back against the column. “Now shut up and let me eat.”

A strangled gasp falls from my mouth. My body is a buzzing bundle of nerves as Wyatt finds my clit and sucks. He licks and sucks me like a man possessed. His tongue laps at the inside of my thighs before going back to the center of my sex.

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