Page 66 of The Wild Card


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He’s fingering me harder now, crushing my desperate clit with the heel of his hand. “I’m serious. I want to know everything about you. I want to know the expressions you make. What you sound like. The way that you taste.”

“Harry…” His name is nothing but a gritty sound falling from my lips.

He pulls his finger from inside me and plunges the wet digit into his mouth. The way his eyes shutter at my taste muddles my brain all over again. “You taste like heaven. Damn.”

Then he pushes that long finger back inside me, curling it against my walls.

“Now, tell me how to make this good for you,” he demands.

“Another…” I beg softly, my arousal flooding out onto the sheets again.

“Another finger?”

I smile breathlessly. “Yeah.”

Harry’s gaze never leaves me as another finger slithers inside me. He studies me intently, fingering me like it’s the night’s main event. Not just the opening act, making way for a bigger performance.

The combination of his stare and his thick, magic fingers and his palm rubbing my clit with each thrust…All of it together is my undoing.

Suddenly, I start to shake. A delicious prickling heat bathes my skin from head to toe. I come hard, clenching the damp bed sheets as my hips launch off the mattress and my mind shoots into the stratosphere.

Groaning, Harry patiently puts kisses up and down my sides, letting his stubble tickle my skin as I work my way through the post-orgasm tingles and the fog begins to clear from my eyes.

“My wife…” he mutters drunkenly, adoringly. “God, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” There’s an awestruck look on his face as he climbs over me.

“That was…” I grab his jaw and kiss him breathlessly. “That was fucking incredible.” I brush a palm across my sweaty forehead and try to peel off the hair matted to my face.

“I want more of you…” he whispers against my throat, crushing me with the weight of his chest. It’s not suffocating. In fact, I like being imprisoned under his hot, damp torso. His weight feels delicious on top of me.

“You can have more…” I tell him. I’m well aware that my body’s still so sensitive from the orgasm he just pulled from me but I’m greedy for another climax at his hands.

“I was fucking hoping you’d say that.” Grinning, Harry stretches my legs apart as he kisses his way down my body. He makes sure to pause and lavish attention on my breasts again before tracing his open lips down my ribs and over my belly button. He kisses that little crease where my leg meets my pelvis and I cry out.

Now, I’m electrified, needing attention at my core again. I’m rocking my hips against the mattress in anticipation.

“Taste me. Please.” Fuck. Who is this brazen woman, begging this man for what she wants? I’ve never been this forward in bed. I’ve always held tightly to my pride even during sex. But Harry Westbrook has mebegging.

He shushes me and his warm breath grazes my core, making me writhe against the mattress. “Let me take this slow,” he tells me. “I want to make sure I get it right.”

And instantly—he’sthat muchsexier. The fact that he wants to take his time, that he wants to get it right, that he actually gives a fuck.

I’m dying a slow, agonizing death as his lips and tongue trace my inner thighs and his hands squeeze my hips. I can’t remember ever being this aroused.

When his mouth finally arrives at my core, I’m just about ready to lose my mind. I feel that first tentative stroke of his tongue at my seam and I tremble.

Encouraged by my reaction, Harry grips onto my hips, burying his face deeper into my valley. He slow-strokes me again.

I whimper and clutch his hair.

“Is that how you like it?” he rasps, his voice vibrating against my folds.

“More.” I thrust my hips. “Faster.”

His confidence is building fast and he’s not the least bit shy about exploring. My folds, my opening, my clit. His tongue even swipes across the puckered flesh of my rear and I almost die, I’m so fucking turned on.

I gasp loudly. “You just…”

I feel him grin, his cheeks swelling between my thighs. “Of course I fucking did.” His tongue circles that forbidden hole again. “Don’t you get it? Nothing is taboo when it comes to you. You’re my fucking dream girl. I’d do anything for you.”

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