Page 28 of About Last Night

“Thank you,” I said, my voice hoarse from all the emotions bubbling under the surface that I was holding back.

It was too soon to feel all the things this man brought out in me.

He kissed me again, his tongue skimming across my lips until I parted them and he could slide it into my mouth. Our kiss grew heated like it always seemed to whenever our mouths met. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and ripped it off, my fingers gliding over his firm pecs and toned abs.

“God, you have the hottest body.”

He laughed. “You stole the words right out of my mouth,” he said, but his gaze was clearly locked on where my breasts were straining against his T-shirt that I’d thrown on before we started playing poker.

Following my lead, he gripped the hem of the shirt and pulled it slowly off my body. He tossed it onto the floor toward the couch without breaking his gaze from mine. He swallowed hard, and I watched in fascination as his Adam’s apple bobbed. It still amazed me that he seemed to be as affected by me as I was by him.

It felt like a miracle that life had brought us together.

He closed the distance between us with one step, wrapping my hair around his hand and tilting my head back as he sealed his lips over mine in a kiss that I felt down to my toes. His other hand slid down my body, gently pinching my peaked nipples before moving down to my clit. I let out a whimpering mewl when he only brushed over it once and then squealed when he picked me up and kneeled, gently laying me down beneath him.

He sat back on his heels and stared at my body like it was a feast made just for him. When his gaze met mine, there was a challenge there that had my interest piqued.

“I want to watch while you touch yourself.”

My mouth parted in an O. “W-what?”

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you masturbating in that bathtub and everything the bubbles covered. I want to see it. I want to see the way you bring yourself pleasure.”

He brought me more pleasure than I’d ever felt on my own, but I wouldn’t deny his request. Truth was I hadn’t stopped thinking about it either. And masturbating—at least on purpose—in front of someone was something I’d never done. I wanted to experience everything with him.

I moved my hand to my clit, but he gripped my wrist and arched a brow. “Do you always just go for the gold?”

“No, but I thought that’s what you wanted to see.”

He leaned over me, his face just an inch from mine. “Touch yourself the way I would touch you. The way I would tease you until you were so wet it dripped down to the blanket. The way I would bring you right to the edge before launching you over. Can you do that, baby?”

I wasn’t sure I could even breathe from how turned on he’d just made me. “Yes,” I whispered. A part of me wanted to beg him to just do it himself and do exactly what he’d said, but the bigger part of me wanted to prove to him I could do this.

Despite the fact I knew he’d already seen me do this before, I was surprised by how self-conscious I suddenly felt. I wasn’t typically a woman who lacked confidence, but even when I had in the past, I’d lived by the mantra “fake it ‘til you make it.”

So, I did exactly what he’d told me to do. I pretended my hand was his hand. It wasn’t as callused, so I closed my eyes to try to really get into it.

“Look at me when you touch yourself.”

My eyes snapped open and I met his hungry gaze. My heart rate spiked, but so did the arousal between my legs. Not breaking eye contact with him, I slid my hand down my chest to my breasts. I swirled my finger around my nipple, but it didn’t feel as good as it did when he sucked on it, which gave me an idea. Sticking two fingers in my mouth, I sucked on them once and then licked them thoroughly making sure they were nice and wet. A low growl escaped from Wyatt and in my periphery, he flexed his fingers where they rested on his thighs.

I took my wet fingers and slid them over my breast, then formed a V with my first two fingers and rubbed them on either side of my hard nipple, occasionally pinching the nipple between them like Wyatt so often did with his teeth—not enough to hurt, but enough to send a shot of lust straight to my pussy.

I rubbed my thighs together, hoping to ease the slight ache since I knew Wyatt expected me to play with myself longer before I moved down to my clit.

His gaze dropped to my pussy where I had no doubt he could see how wet I was.

“Already?” he asked, his voice hoarse.

“Just thinking about you turns me on, Wyatt. Touching myself while imagining it’s you and seeing how badly you want me is enough to make me combust from need.”

He closed his eyes and his jaw clenched as if he was in pain, but when he opened his eyes, it wasn’t pain there. It was desire. The fiercest desire I’d ever seen.

“I need to touch my clit.”

“Do it,” he growled, granting me the permission I’d been hoping for.

I slid my hand down my toned stomach to my plump clit and rubbed it softly. My fingers had gotten dry from when I played with my nipples, and I thought about dipping them in the arousal that was pooling barely an inch away from my clit, but I loved the fire in Wyatt’s eyes so much when I’d sucked them in my mouth that I decided to do it again. Except as soon as I got close to my mouth, Wyatt grabbed my wrist and brought my fingers to his mouth instead.