Page 104 of The Wingman

“Hmm?” He meets my gaze, lifting his hand away from me. My hips follow, demanding contact, but he just skims his fingers over the waistband of my thong, the seams over my hips, teasing me. “What’s it going to be?”

He’s going to make me say it. I don’t know where my sweet, fun-loving Hayden went, but I love this version of him. The version who’s in charge and reveling in the power.

My eyes drop to his lips. “Your mouth.”

“Oh yeah?” His grin hooks. “Where do you want this mouth, Darcy?” He drops hot, nipping kisses to my shoulder, my stomach, and then my hip. I tighten up in anticipation. “Show me, honey.”

Him calling mehoneyleaves me defenseless. My pulse races as my hand snakes down and rests over my panties.

“Here?” He rubs another slow, firm circle over the fabric, and I buck into his hand. “Say it, Darcy.”

“Yes,” I rush out, buzzing with pent-up energy. “There.”

Hayden watches my face while he slips his hand beneath the fabric. At the brush of his fingers, my breath catches, and his drugged smile slides higher.

“Fucking soaked,” he whispers, dragging his fingertips in circles over my clit.

My eyes roll back; He’s so in tune with exactly what I need, it’s like he’s in my head.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” I know even if I can’t come, Hayden won’t get sulky and defensive. He’ll just gather me up in his arms and kiss me.

“Good girl.”

He pulls his hand away and sits on his heels, kneeling as he slides my panties off. With his hands on my inner thighs, he presses my legs open. My pulse jumps with the vulnerability, spread wide under him, unable to hide. But our eyes meet and he mutters a curse under his breath. He’s so gorgeous, I don’t know where to look—his handsome face, his fucked-up and messy hair, the carved chest, shoulders, and abdomen dusted with hair, or the strong thighs braced on the bed.

“I love that look on your face, so desperate for me to touch you.” He pauses, watching me with an expression that looks a lot like reverence.

No one’s ever looked at me like that.

He slides his hand between my legs, brushing every sensitive nerve ending with his flat palm, and my thighs tighten up as heat races through me.

“You’re so pretty here.” He watches his hand move over me with a glazed look on his face. “So soft and wet.”

Heat gathers and throbs between my legs, and every time he brushes my clit, electricity jolts through me. His cock strains against his boxers and I feel another needy ache.

“Hayden.” I reach for it, but his hand comes to my wrist and he laces his fingers with mine.

Amusement sparks beyond the hunger in his eyes. “Be patient.”

I make a noise of frustration and arch against his hand, seeking more friction, but he leans forward and clamps his forearm over my hips, holding me down.

“You’re going to wait,” he tells me, and my blood heats at the command in his tone.

It’s my teasing, funny Hayden, but with authority and dominance, and I really, really like it.

“I’ve waited so long for this. I don’t want to rush things.” He gazes between my legs with a playful, heated smirk. “And the longer I make you wait, the harder you’ll come.”

He brushes my clit again and I half sigh, half growl. He chuckles, drunk on power, eyes dark with lust. Higher and higher, he winds me, until my skin is so hot I could burst into flames. I can see my release on the horizon, but he holds me back, toying with me and taking his time.

“Why don’t we try a different type of G-spot orgasm?” he asks in that low, seductive voice that makes me both relax and tense up in aroused anticipation. “What do you think of that?”

I wet my lips, and his eyes follow the movement. “Okay.”

“It’s going to feel intense, okay?”

“Uh-huh.” My breathing is uneven and I’m so turned on I could burst into flames.

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