Page 75 of A Wrench in the Plan
My heart was beating out of control. Every breath seemed to heave from my chest.
“Do you want this?” he asked.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly. I wasn’t sure if he was asking if I wanted whatever dirty thoughts were running through his head or if I wanted this, as in, the three of us. Honestly, it didn’t matter. My answer would have been the same for either. I wanted it all.
“I won’t hold back,” he said.
“Don’t,” I basically dared him, chin held high.
His brows went up in surprise at my tone, then they turned down as a wicked glint flickered in his eyes.
“So fuckin’ hot,” he murmured as he leaned up and captured my lips in a searing kiss. And I mean it was burning. I was putty in his hands. “It’s mine,” he whispered rawly. “I won’t take it today, but I want you to know it’s mine, Sunshine.”
That was the first time he’d called me that, and it made my heart flutter.
“It’s always been yours,” I told him.
He smirked at me. It was incredibly sexy.
Wow, was it hot in here?
I resisted the urge to fan myself. Seriously. I’d seen his smoldering looks before, but it was completely different when I was the one on the receiving end.
His eyes held mine as his hands slid up my bare legs, following the curve of my calves, then around as he continued his journey. He stopped just above my knees. His hands were so warm and strong. Rough and firm. Sure and ready.
My skirt pooled around his wrists, gathering messily as he inched his way up my thighs. His thumbs brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, causing my breath to become uncontrollable.
I was suddenly nervous.
But so ready for whatever he was going to do to me.
There was no hesitation as I stared into his eyes while his hands continued their journey up. Up, up, up. Until they brushed over a place only I’d ever touched. My panties were soaked, and the more his thumb brushed over them, the more wet they became.
“Good, Sunshine?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I panted out, letting my legs fall open. “More.”
He held my gaze as his head lowered, only breaking contact once my skirt obstructed his view. It was somehow hotter that I couldn’t see what was coming next. I couldn’t explain why.
His warm lips met the skin of my inner thigh. I let out a shaky breath as my legs parted even more. His mouth replaced his thumb, kissing and licking my soaked panties. His moves weren’t hurried. Weren’t rushed. Everything about what he was doing said he wanted to savor this moment.
He growled as he inhaled my scent. I let my lids close as my head fell back. My hand went to his hair, loving the way the unruly strands at the base of his neck felt between my fingers.
“Chry,” I breathed out as I forced my lids open. I didn’t want to miss a single moment of this, even if I couldn’t really see him.
It was like he snapped.
I lost all sense of what was going on as he pulled my panties off, tossing them carelessly behind him. Then he jerked me to the edge of the chair, slipping my legs over his shoulders. The fabric of my skirt seemed to almost breathe with his movements.
The first swipe of his tongue over me was tentative. I moaned, clutching his hair as if telling him I needed more.
Then the pointed tip of his tongue slipped inside of me. Over and over again. Drinking down all my juices.
His finger brushed over my drenched hole. I cried out, begging him to do it. It was thick as he slowly pushed inside of me. His mouth was on my clit. He licked and sucked and nibbled, pushing me higher and higher.
Touching myself had never felt this good.
He tested another finger, working me open until the burn was gone. My back bowed as he fingered me hard, licking me with the same rhythm.
