“Yes, Hoover. You know I’ve been hard around you since we’ve met.”
“Which I’ve tried to handle.”
“You’ve handled it very well.”
I snorted, and he flashed me a quick grin.
His eyes dipped to my lips.
Kissing was important to him. I enjoyed it, but I knew it meant more to him than it could ever mean to me.
To him, it was proof.
Proof that we had chemistry. That we were connected. That we wanted each other.
I pressed my lips to his, and he buried one of his hands in my hair as he pulled me against the length of his erection a little harder.
My body flushed more with every moment that passed.
The slickness at my center grew thicker, and wetter.
The need in my abdomen swelled fiercely, until it was a fire, burning through me wildly.
“I need you, Jones,” I breathed, as Wyatt’s lips made their way down the column of my throat. My hand found his erection, and he rumbled.
“I’m yours.”
My chest blazed.
I lined his erection up with my slit, and slowly slid over him.
He was massive, but my body was ready for the stretch.
We both breathed slowly as I took him inside me. When he was buried to the hilt, we both groaned.
“You okay?” he asked me, his chest rising and falling heavily.
“Perfect,” I panted.
“Good.” He rolled me over, and I let out a sound of surprise, arching a little as my back met the cold tile. Wyatt’s hands were on either side of me when we settled, his body covering mine entirely.
Between the feel of his body, the way he looked, and that incredible smell, I was completely and utterly lost in the man.
It was blissful.
He pulled out slowly before thrusting again, filling me a little faster. A little harder, too.
I moaned with the sheer pleasure of the motion.
“You feel fucking incredible,” he gritted out. “I’m not going to last long.”
“It’s fine. I’m pretty sure the climax is going to make us maximum horny again pretty soon after we’re done.”
“It will.” His hand cupped my face, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re everything, Jade.”
“And the kitchen sink,” I teased.
He grinned.
