Page 161 of Wild Card

“Don’t want to stop.” Her hand travels between us, cupping my dick.

“I’m about five seconds from sinking into you, and I don’t want Ford and Rowan to walk in with me fucking you on the sofa."

"They’re at dinner.” She nips my lip. “We have a while.”

“When I have my mouth between your legs, I don’t want to be interrupted. You want to give them a show?”

She stills, her eyes fluttering open and glimmering with need.

My heart hammers in my chest and I know she’s wired. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“So are you.”

I slide my hand into her bathing suit bottoms, my fingers finding her slick and hot. “Soaked.”

“All afternoon, my mind was X-rated watching you with Wyatt.”

“Playing with your nephew is a turn-on?”

“You are a turn-on, but seeing you with kids is even more enticing.”

“Good to know.” Without warning, I slip two fingers inside her, loving the small gasp that coats my lips.

“Change of plans. I want you to fuck my fingers, and then I’ll get my chance to devour your pussy.”

“Good plan.” Her eyes roll back as I twirl my fingers.

She clenches down, arching into me, whimpering when my thumb circles her clit. “Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping for a long time, baby. This is to get the edge off.”

Her breath comes in pants as I increase my speed. Like every time I touch her, she pulls me deeper. I slow, playing with her until her hips buck into my hand and her core clenches tight.

“Talon…”

“Let go, baby. Give me the first one right here.”

She gasps, fisting my hair and moaning in pleasure.

My cock jumps, blood rushing south to the point of pain.

“Need you now.” I twist us off the couch, standing with her wrapped around me.

Her dazed eyes clear with my first step and she grins cunningly. She releases my hair and shifts forward. In a swift move, she pushes my shorts down enough for my dick to spring free. Her hand moves back between us, and she moves her suit to the side, sliding down and taking me in one plunge.

Black spots blur my vision at the sensation. “Fuck, are you okay?”

Her expression shines with satisfaction and eagerness. “God, this feels good.”

“So tight.” Her silky skin sheaths me like a vice. I back her into the wall, slamming up and crashing my mouth to hers.

She curls her tongue with mine, gripping my neck for support as I pound into her relentlessly.

“Shirt off,” I growl down her throat, wanting to feel every inch of her skin with mine.

She breaks away, whipping the shirt over her head and fumbling with the ties of her top until it’s gone.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” I rip the sides of her bottoms and toss them.

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