Page 25 of Lycans & Lattes

“I need you now,” I whined, opening my legs farther for him to kneel between them.

He lowered his body over mine, but hovered to kiss and touch his way down my neck, chest, then belly. Every bit of skin his lips brushed caught fire.

How had we gone this long without doing this? We should’ve been doing this every hour of every day since the moment our eyes had locked. All concerns about ruining our friendship or business relationship or whatever seemed like trivial foreplay now.

My breathing was ragged, and my chest was heaving. Never in my life had I been as turned on as when he lifted my leg and placed three hot kisses on my sensitive inner thigh. When his eyes met mine, the magnetic hunger there caught my breath. It had been so long since anyone had looked at me with half that intensity, and it made my clit pulse.

With his eyes still locked on mine, he settled between my legs, spread me open, and indulged in a long, languid stroke of his tongue, sending a shiver up my spine.

I cursed, but he only smiled.

That beautiful face I’d dreamed about in this exact position for so long was now torturing me. I lifted my hips just as he let out a satisfied hum. His tongue flicked, lapped, and swirled until I was panting. I squirmed in his hold, begging for more friction, more movement, more of him.

“I need . . .” My words died on a moan as Wyatt brought two fingers to my entrance.

“I know,” he rasped, pressing inside to drive me even crazier.

He worked his mouth over me while his fingers found that perfect spot, stroking in rhythm until I was gripping my sheets and moaning his name. “I’m so . . . close . . . Wyatt! Please, oh god . . .”

“I know you need more. But I need this first.” He sounded just as wound up as I was. “Come for me, Willow.”

As if on command, my body shattered, muscles constricting and convulsing in pure euphoria. His hand stilled, allowing me to coast through the pleasure until I was boneless. I was embarrassed to admit that it had been a long dry spell, and not even my favorite vibrator had given me such an orgasm.

Would it always be this good? Could it possibly get even better?

But when Wyatt moved between my thighs until my knees hung from his hips, I knew for certain that yes, it fucking could.

He scooped my waist up with one arm and braced himself on the mattress with the other. And when his cock slid up my wet center, we both dropped our gazes between us, our foreheads pressed together.

This was it. The point of no return.

I looked up into his eyes, silently giving him permission to ruin any shred of normal, just friends we had left.

But there was hesitation.

I lifted my hips again, hoping to encourage him, but he didn’t budge.

“If I get lost in the moment . . . you need to tell me if it’s too much.” He paused, letting that statement sink in. “I never want to hurt you, Willow. Ever.”

“I know,” I assured him, still breathless and aching. “You won’t. I can handle anything, remember?”

He hissed as I lifted my hips until the tip of his cock inched inside of me. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

And then he sank into me. The air in my lungs whooshed out as I adjusted to his thickness.

He drew his hips back before thrusting in deeper, and his arm banded around my lower back, holding me steady.

“Oh god, I’m going to come again,” I rasped. My legs squeezed around his waist, the need to keep him deep inside of me taking over.

“Not yet,” he answered, rocking his hips and unlocking a new level of pleasure within me. “Just a little bit longer, baby.”

My belly tightened. I didn’t think I could wait another second, but hearing him grit out that command made me want to listen for once.

“I can’t . . . I need . . . ,” I begged, digging my nails into his shoulders.

“You need me, mate.”

Something in those words felt like a dam breaking.