Page 61 of Heart Breaker

“I like how that feels,” he murmurs, making a soft sound that almost kills me. I smile around his shaft, flicking my eyes to meet his, as I take him as far as my throat will allow. The look he gives me steals the air from my lungs. Not because it’s seductive, but because it’s honest. There’s no teasing smile, no smirk or attempt to hide what he’s feeling or to be someone he isn’t. The look on his face is pure pleasure. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen

I run my nose from the base to the tip, before taking him to the back of my throat. His eyes are on mine, a pewter color I’ve never seen, as he groans and pants. One moment his eyes are focused, the next they’ve drifted away like he’s hanging on by the thinnest thread possible.

“Do you like it when I do that?” I ask.

“Jesus.” The word falls from his lips as his eyes focus on my hand wrapped around his length. “Your mouth on my cock is my new favorite thing.”

“There really should be a disclaimer on your mouth.”

He chuckles. “You’ve only seen the restrained version of me.” His voice is grittier than sandpaper.

“I’m almost afraid to find out what happens when you stop holding back.”

“Trust me,” he murmurs. “You won’t have to wonder for much longer.”

Before I can respond, he sweeps me into his arms and lies me on my back. I gasp when he positions his body between my legs and lines himself up. I’m not ready for the size of my husband. I might die before the night is over.

TWENTY-THREE

Wes

If I think too much about what’s happening, I’ll ruin this. If I let myself dwell on the fact that I don’t bring a woman home unless she understands exactly what it is and exactly what it isn’t, I might not be able to do this at all. When I hook up with a woman, it’s only because there are no expectations, no promises, and no chance of getting close enough to hurt someone. It’s easier that way. So, why am I breaking my rules with Lottie?

I’ve spent so long keeping people at arm’s length that it feels strange to have someone this close. Strange to want this. To need it. But right now, I don’t want to think about any of the reasons I stopped trusting people or the walls I’ve spent years building. I just want Lottie, and I want to feel wanted by her. Chosen. It’s like when she looks at me she sees more than the baggage I drag around behind me or the guy who’s always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I want to think that Lottie is here because she wants me, even if it’s all just pretend.

I capture Lottie’s mouth in a toe-curling kiss, unable to get enough of my wife, and she melts into me with a soft sound that I want to hear over and over again. I break the kiss, my forehead resting against hers.

Weeks of living with Lottie, countless nights of imaging her naked underneath me, and every dirty thing I’ve imagined doing to her have done a number on my self-control. Now that she’s finally in my bed, patience is a lot harder to come by.

“Are you positive?” I ask, threading my fingers through hers on her pillow.

If she allows me, I’m going to give this woman everything I have. Every ounce of the attention she deserves because if I only get to have her once, I want to remember it for the rest of my life.

Lottie grins before sucking her bottom lip into her mouth. Such a tease. “I’ve been waiting all night for my husband to fuck me, but apparently he believes in reading every chapter before getting to the ending."

A laugh rumbles out of me as I release her hand to tickle her side. She squirms underneath me. “Peach,” I warn, pinning her body into the mattress with my own. “Stop being a bad girl.” I dip my head to nip at her jaw with my teeth and she groans.

“Or what?”

“I’m not sure you want to find out.”

My fingers slide between her drenched folds. Her breathing turns uneven, quick little breaths slipping past her lips. “Show me,” she says softly, and the quiet confidence in those two words is enough to drive me completely out of my mind.

I grin, sliding two fingers into her core, curling them gently as I watch her stomach flex. A rough sound tears from my throat, every instinct inside me straining against the leash I’ve had wrapped around it for far too long.

“You’re so damn wet for me. You’re going to feel so good on my cock.” My voice is gravel. I’m so hard, my cock is pointing to the ceiling. “Pretend you’re my wife,” I murmur against her lips, the words coming out raw and desperate.

Her eyes drift shut.

“Say it.”

A shaky breath leaves her. “I’m yours.”

The words hit me like a freight train. “Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

A rough sound tears from me as I close the distance between us, capturing her mouth again in a hungry kiss. I deepen it immediately, pouring every ounce of frustration and want into the connection until a soft, helpless sound slips from her lips and straight into my bloodstream.