Page 35 of These Wicked Hearts

“Pterodactyl.”

My eyes shut. “Ridiculous.”

“Why?”

“Because you might need it.”

I dip my fingers under the hem of his shirt and draw it over his head. His mouthwatering chest is as beautiful as I remember it. He’s so fucking masculine, so perfect. I squeeze his pecs in my hand. He drives me fucking crazy.

“Your body’s insane.” I squeeze again with a smile, and he shudders when my thumbs work over his nipples. “You’re beautiful.”

He licks his lips. “Kiss me.”

I grab his jaw in my hand. “You’re not making the demands, understood?”

“Can I please have a kiss?” he whines, licking his lips.

“Brat.” I lightly pat the side of his face. “What do you say?”

Atlas’s eyes darken. “Please, sir, can I have a kiss?”

Oh, fuck yeah.

“Are you going to be good for me?” He nods. “What?”

“Yes sir. I’m going to be good.”

“Are you going to listen?”

“Yes sir.” His cock jumps under me.

“Did you play with your dildo before coming here?”

“No sir. I wanted you.”

“You want me to stretch you out?”

He nods eagerly. “I want it.”

My fingers lace around his throat and I give in. Just a taste. My lips brush his, and a soft sigh leaves him. Fuck, now I remember. This feeling, this heat. All from a kiss. Our chemistry is insane, that’s all. He’s a good kisser. His lips are soft. He’s so eager.

“Kissing you is awesome,” he says against my mouth.

Ridiculous boy.

I slide off his lap, ignoring the desperate noise that leaves his lips. His black sweats strain in the front. “Pants off. Then turn around.”

He lifts his hips, pushing his sweats and boxers down in one motion. The fabric drags over his thighs, exposing him inch by mouthwatering inch. Strong legs. Gorgeous cock. For a moment I just stare at him.

“Turn around,” I say quieter now. “Face the back of the couch. Ass up.”

He moves quickly, climbing onto the cushions, knees sinking in as he braces himself. There’s no hesitation, just eagerness, like he’s helpless to do anything but follow my orders. My eyes trail down his shoulders, muscles bunched as he grips the couch. The muscles in his back shift. Then I look at his ass and tilt my head, looking at the smooth patch of skin.

“Did you try to shave?” I look at the single hairless patch on his ass. “What were you doing?” He glances back, then groans, dropping his head.

“I tried a wax strip, okay? But that shit hurt!”

A laugh nearly slips out of me. “Why the hell would you do that?” I bite the inside of my cheek.