Page 87 of Heart Breaker

“Since when do I ever talk for the sake of talking?” I ask, taking her by her hips to turn her around.

“I’m not pretending anymore, Lottie.” Her eyes widen in surprise. “It’s not this place, it’s not the honeymoon suite. No more excuses. I want to fuck you, not my fake wife.” I cup both sides of her face in my hands. “I want you…Lottie Hart.”

She stares back at me in shock, but then, with a breathtaking smile and fire burning in her eyes, her lips find mine. She grips my hair, and I scoop her off the bed. Her legs circle my waist and her arms snake around my neck. I lower her back onto the mattress and her head falls against the pillows.

“You’re okay if this moves faster than I was hoping for?” I position my body between her legs and kiss her fiercely, sliding slowly inside her, my urgency shocking her.

She nods, biting her lip while she relaxes her muscles to take all of me.

“I want to make you come with my mouth, on my face, with my fingers, but right now, I need to feel your insides with my cock before I explode.”

“Jesus, Wes.” My name falls from her mouth as she looks down between us where the head of my cock is notched inside of her.

“You’ve taken me before, Peach, and you can take me again.” I give her another inch, taking in the slender curve of her hips, her toned legs and the soft skin of her stomach that I can just see below her shirt.

Her eyes squeeze shut. “I forgot how big you are.”

“You forgot?”

She reaches between us, guiding my cock into her entrance.

“I forced myself to forget, otherwise it would’ve been all I could think about.”

My cock pulses in adoration. I slide all the way in until I bottom out and stay there, giving her time to adjust to me before I pull out and slide back in. She’s so wet and so tight and she’s squeezing my shaft like it’s a lifeline. There is no way to describe this feeling. It’s heady, addictive, primal, and each one of her needy moans is like gasoline on a fire. Until I realize I’m not wearing protection.

“Shit, Lottie, I’m not wearing a condom.”

“It’s okay, I’m on the pill.”

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this. I’m clean.”

“Yes, Wes.” Her hand slides to the back of my neck. “I’m okay. I know you would never hurt me.”

I search her face for another second, making sure, before I kiss her and begin to move again. I fuck her slowly at first, then harder, finding my pace. Christ. The relentless rhythm is enough to drive me out of my mind.

I’ve waited so long to feel this way, and I know it’s because it’s Lottie that I feel like this — like my heart is about to beat right out of my chest.

I look down at where I’m entering her and my eyes lock onto my cock snug inside her. “I fucking love the way we look together.”

“I love it too,” she murmurs through fluttering lashes.

“I like it when we can agree on something,” I say, working my length all the way in before pulling out to the tip. When I’m almost all the way out of her, I snap my hips forward again, stealing the air from our lungs.

“Again.” She widens her legs. “Again, Wes. Like that.”

Jesus. I love the feel of her.

I thrust hard into her, pushing my aching erection into her wetness over and over, fucking her without anything between us until she gasps from the force of my thrusts. It does nothing to restore my self-control. I’m already past the point of no return, craving her with a desperation I didn’t know I was capable of.

“I love the way you feel, Lottie. Come on, beautiful. Give me what you need. I wanna feel you come on my cock.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Wes. Oh God, yes. Wes⁠—”

I keep thrusting deep inside of her, bare and steady, reaching between us to circle her clit to get her there.

“Are you going to come on my cock for me, beautiful?”

“Oh God.” She pants. “Wes⁠—”