I undid the buttons on his jeans, and slid my fingers under his waistband to touch the soft head of his dick. I felt wetness there.
“You want me too, don’t you?”
“I do. I so fucking do. But-”
I kissed him then, not wanting to hear his excuse one more time. I slid my hands under his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin, the pounding of his heart.
A growl tore from his throat as he grabbed me and rolled me under him.
Crap. He was going to back off and leave me wanting again.
“This changes things,” he said sharply.
Okay, maybe he wasn’t going to push me away.
“For the better,” I said, running my fingers through his dark hair that was about a month overdue for a cut.
“I don’t want to hurt you. For you to regret-”
“The only thing I’ll regret is never making love to you.”
He stared at me, and there was something in his eyes that gave me a moment of doubt. But then he was kissing me again, his hands roaming my body, and I knew he was mine.
Finally mine.
He shucked his shirt off and shoved his jeans down. I pushed him on his back, wanting to see him in all his naked glory. I ran my hand over his dick, which was thicker than I’d expected,
and I wondered if it would hurt when he entered me.
“We don’t have to do this.” His hand rubbed up and down my back. “You can jerk me off. I’ll get you off, and-
“No.” I shimmied out of my panties and unclasped my bra. “I want this. I want you.”
He rolled us again, so he was over me. “Be sure, Sinclair. This is one bell that can’t be unrung.”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He stared into my eyes, and I hoped he saw what he needed to see there. Finally, he said, “Just relax. Let me take care of you.”
He kissed me as his hands kneaded my breasts. His fingertips drew down over my belly, his mouth left my lips and instead sucked on my breasts. I gasped as a flood of pressure filled my core.
“That feels so good.” I held his head to my breasts and widened my legs as his fingers stroked through my folds.
“Good.” He rubbed me there until I was writhing and I felt like I was on the verge of coming undone. He then put one of his long fingers inside me.
My pussy clasped around it. “Yes.”
He groaned too. “You’re so tight and wet.”
“Please, Wyatt.” I wasn’t sure what I was begging for; I only knew I needed him to take care of me.
He moved his hips over mine, his tip nestling against my entrance. He looked down on me. “We can stop, baby.”
“No. Don’t stop.” Was he kidding? I was about to combust. I gripped his hips and pulled him to me.
“Let me do it,” he said on another groan. “This might hurt.”
It couldn’t be worse than the ache I had there now. “I don’t care.”