Page 22 of Wild Pitch
He pressed his entire length against my back, the rigid length of his erection pressed into my back. I arched into him, my body craving the physical connection.
“Do you like the thought that someone might see you?” he asked, his hand moving around the front of me, one hand cupping my breast, his thumb easily finding my nipple through the fabric of my dress.
“Yes,” I whispered. “I love the thought that someone might see me, see us.”
With his free hand, he unzipped my dress; I gasped as the cool night air hit my naked flesh, goosebumps pebbling across every inch of my skin.
“My God, Kylie, you’re fucking perfect.”
And for that moment, I believed him, my body humming to life. And I purred in response. I fucking purred.
He snaked a hand around my waist, drawing my body flush against his.
“Lean back, baby. I got you.”
And I did; I relaxed into a trust fall as his forearm rested between my breasts, his hand wrapping around my throat, the steady pressure providing reassurance that he had me. With that firm grip and that gruff, sexy voice saying, ‘I got you,’ he fucking had me.
Heat surged between my legs, and the dull ache that had been there since I walked into the restaurant throbbed painfully. And when his finger found my clit, my brain spent only a split-second wondering how he’d found something so easily that every past partner found elusive, almost to the point where I thought my nerve endings had died…
“Fuck,” slipped out of my mouth.
My body went limp against his as he curved two fingers deep inside me, thumb working my clit. I struggled to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss the sight of the city.
“It’s okay, Kylie. Close your eyes. I got you.”
I got you. I got you. Repeated in my head as I pressed my hips into his hand and as he found the place deep inside me that I thought was dead.
My head lolled. Breathing was no longer something I could control. I heard a moan, though the fact that it was mine couldn’t penetrate the lust-filled haze that had surrounded me.
“You’re so beautiful, Kylie. Anyone could see you up here, falling apart in my hands. Let go, baby girl.”
And with that, the absolute last bit of control I had in me slipped away. My body relaxed into him, his fingers quickening their pace, the pressure building. And when the orgasm hit, the waves began deep inside me. My body started trembling before being overcome by convulsions of pleasure that continued as Luc’s fingers worked me through the most powerful orgasm I’d ever experienced.
And as he turned me to face him, I turned into a pile of mush, craving closeness, needing more, needing him, his skin.
I clawed at the hem of his shirt, trying to get to his flesh underneath. His mouth captured mine in a searing kiss as he easily scooped me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
And where I was sated moments ago, I was feral and ready for more.
“More?” he asked.
“God, yes. Please.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you yet.”
CHAPTER 12
LUC
Not gonna lie, but I had been a little concerned when Kylie said she’d never orgasmed with a partner before. But as she fell apart in my hands, there was a brief moment where I almost gave in, let go of my need to control everything, and came in my pants.
And when she turned in my arms, her post-orgasm haze making her needy and greedy as fuck, I almost lost control, fucking her right then and there.
But no, I had plans. And none of them included taking her quickly on the rooftop. Not today.
I wanted to have a few more boundary discussions before we worked through some more involved scenes because fuck, she was innocent. But when she explained how she couldn’t get out of her head, I had some ideas for working with that. Fuck if it didn’t make me want to try that much harder.
Her natural submissive nature triggered that dominant part of me; maybe I had been able to sense it when I met her, or maybe this was just a happy coincidence. Even on the plane, when she lectured me about destroying my copy of my book, the soft downturn of her expression, the hesitancy, and the mask she wore for everyone else to see. I fucking saw through it.
