Page 54 of The Hearts We Fumble
She shakes her head, biting down on her lip as her gaze flicks to my jeans. Her chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, anticipation thick in the air between us. Holding her heel against my chest, I reach for my button and zipper, shoving my jeans down my legs until they pool at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs and the heavy weight of my desire for her.
“Take off your bra, firecracker,” I rasp. “Let me see you.”
She exhales a shaky breath, then nods, fingers reaching between her chest to unhook the clasp. The straps slide from her shoulders, and the second her breasts spill free, my grip tightens around my length through the cotton.
She shifts, rubbing her thighs together, and I growl low in my throat, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
“Open your legs,” I command, my voice rough, my control slipping. “Are you wet for me?”
Her hands instinctively move to cover her chest, but she nods, slowly letting one foot drop to the mattress, parting her thighs just enough to send my blood rushing south.
My gaze drags over her, taking in the white stretch marks along her hips and inner thighs, and the soft, luscious curves that make my mouth water. If she’s self-conscious about them, I’ll take my time proving to her just how fucking beautiful she is.
I drop to my knees, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses along her calf, up the side of her knee, and higher, teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
When I reach her core, I press my mouth to the top of her mound and inhale deeply, letting her scent consume me.
She groans, flinging an arm over her face like she can’t handle the way I’m unraveling her. “Oh God,” she exhales. “Zane, what are you doing?”
I smirk against her skin, letting my fingers trace over the places my mouth will soon follow.
“Memorizing you,” I murmur. “Because after tonight, nothing will ever be the same.”
The second my tongue flicks against her, I groan, the taste of her lighting a fire deep in my gut. I drag my tongue up her folds, slow and purposeful, savoring every inch of her.
“Oh fuck,” she whines, her voice breathless, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “More, Zane. I need more.”
I press an open-mouthed kiss against her, letting my breath tease her slick heat. “Touch your nipples for me, baby,” I murmur against her skin, my voice low and rough. “Show me how bad you want it.”
A shudder rolls through her as she brings a finger to her lips, slipping it into her mouth before trailing it down to her breast. She tweaks her nipple, rolling it between her fingertips, her back arching at the sensation.
A deep hum of approval rumbles in my chest. “That’s it, firecracker.”
Sliding her panties to the side, I reveal the glistening heat waiting for me. My fingers skim through her wetness, teasing, exploring. I ease one inside her, and she gasps, her body tightening in response.
“Please…” Her hips lift off the bed, searching for more.
I turn my wrist, adding a second finger, curling them to find the spot that has her thighs trembling around my head. She moans, her body writhing, her hands gripping the sheets like she’s barely holding on.
When I withdraw, her arousal coats my fingers, slick and warm. I drag it over her folds, up to her clit, circling the swollen bud before pushing back inside her, this time pressing my thumb against her clit in slow, calculated movements.
Her breath hitches, and she moves against my hand, chasing the pleasure I’m giving her. But I’m not done.
I pull away completely, ignoring her sharp intake of protest, and shove my boxer briefs off, climbing over her. With one arm beneath her, I lift her, guiding her higher onto the bed until her head rests against the pillows.
My mouth hovers above hers, and I watch her through half-lidded eyes, my lips curving into a smirk.
“Now,” I murmur, pressing my body against hers, letting her feel exactly what she’s done to me. “Let’s see just how much more you can take.”
I fold her body beneath me, one leg wrapped around my hip, the other draped over my shoulder, completely open for me. My cock throbs at her entrance, slick and ready, but the second I press forward, reality slams into me.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, dropping my forehead against hers. “I forgot a condom.”
Wyatt blinks up at me, her breath hitching. “Wh-what?” She shakes her head, her fingers tightening against my back. “You forgot until now?”
I exhale sharply, dragging my hand over my jaw. “I haven’t needed to keep them around. It’s been a while.”
Something shifts in her expression, her lips pressing together like she’s fighting a smile. I narrow my eyes, then swat her ass.
