Page 97 of If Love Had A Manual

I shudder, hips rolling shamelessly into his touch.

Holy fucking shit.

I’m dying. I’m sure of it.

“You always this wet for me?”

It’s not a lie when I gasp out, “Yes.”

His fingers give the faintest brush against my clit, and my whole body jolts at the contact.

“Fuck, Lena,” he groans, his touch torturous as he slides his fingers through my wetness, teasing, never quite giving me what I need, and he knows it.

He’s playing with me.

I let out a frustrated moan, rocking my hips against his hand, seeking friction, but he only smirks, keeping me there.

Lips dragging down my neck, he teases, “So impatient.”

“Wes,” I gasp, but my words dissolve into a whimper when he finally slides a finger inside me, then another, teasing, stretching, coaxing cries from my throat. His thumb traces slow circles on my clit, sending me racing toward the edge.

“Wes…please…” I clutch at his shirt, my nails biting into his shoulders, my body aching for more.

“Is this what you want?” His fingers pump, slow and deep, his thumb stroking just right, and I can’t think, can’t breathe.

“Oh, God…”

A helpless sound escapes me as he picks up the pace, working me open, pushing me closer to the edge, closer to breaking.

My body tenses, my breathing turns ragged, and I know he feels it. I know because his possessive grip tightens on my thigh.

“That’s it. Let me feel you.”

And I do.

With a sharp cry, I come undone. My body shudders, and my nails bite into his skin as pleasure rips through me.

He doesn’t stop. Not until I’m shaking in his arms. Not until he’s wrung every last drop of pleasure from me. Only then does he slow, easing me back down, his fingers still inside me, his mouth dragging over my jaw.

My body is still buzzing, and my heart is pounding against my ribs as I try to find power in my legs to keep standing.

“I knew you’d sound good when you came for me,” he says against my mouth.

My face burns, but I’m still too blissed out to care.

He slowly withdraws his fingers, gliding them over my thigh, and when he brings them to his mouth, he sucks them clean.

I moan again at the sight of it.

Wes’s lips are back on mine before I can catch my breath, his hands sliding over my body like he needs to feel every inch of me. His thumb strokes over my nipples, teasing, rolling them between his fingers, and I thank every damn force in the universe that I’m notwearing a bra tonight.

I can’t think, can’t do anything but let him pull me under again, heat pooling low in my belly as he kisses me harder, like he’s trying to ruin me for anyone else.

I’m in the middle of tugging at his belt buckle when his phone vibrates in his pocket.

You have got to be kidding me!

We freeze, and for the briefest second, we both try to ignore it.

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