Just need.
She settles with her thighs spread around my hips, wearing nothing beneath my shirt, and every drop of blood abandons my brain.
Her hands trace my shoulders gently, fingers finding the place that still aches. Then she kisses me slowly, soft and seeking, likeshe’s relearning my mouth. I kiss her back, one hand pulling her in, the other cradling the back of her head. She melts with a sound that hits me harder than any bullet.
Her lips part. I deepen the kiss. She moans—quiet, beautiful—and I know I’ll replay that sound until I die.
When she finally pulls back, she rests her forehead against mine, breathing hard.
“Wyatt…”
I grip her hips and drag her over my hard cock. Her breath breaks against my mouth when she feels exactly what she’s doing to me.
“You sure?” I murmur, though her body is already telling me yes.
She nods, trembling. “I… want more.”
“You’ll get more.” My hands slide under her shirt, palms mapping warm skin. Her breath stutters as my thumbs brush the undersides of her breasts.
She arches. “Wyatt…”
I drag my mouth down her neck, sucking lightly at her pulse point until she shivers. “Tell me what you want, Dove.”
“You,” she breathes. “Just… you.”
I lift the flannel slowly, kissing every new inch of skin—ribs, sternum, the hollow between her breasts. She raises her arms so I can strip the shirt off her completely. Her nipples tighten instantly in the cool air. Her pussy glistens where she’s seated over me, already wet.
My shirt ends up on the floor with hers. I take her hands and place them on my chest. She traces my muscles, thumbs brushing my nipples.
“Beautiful,” she whispers.
I huff a laugh. “Dove, if you keep looking at me like that, this’ll be over embarrassingly fast.”
She smiles, slow and wicked. “Then I’ll make it worth your while.”
Christ.
She leans down and kisses the scar on my side.
My resolve snaps.
I grip her hips, ready to lay her on her back, but she clamps her thighs around my waist and stays exactly where she is.
“Uh-uh,” she murmurs, hands sliding up to cup the back of my neck. “Your shoulder’s sore.”
“Sadie—”
She cuts me off with a kiss. Slow. Deliberate. Her breath ghosts over my lips. “I’ll do the work. You just… hold on.”
Heat flares like a match to gasoline.
I nod.
She tugs my joggers down. My cock springs free, heavy and aching. She shifts, notching the head at her entrance. My whole world narrows to the slow, devastating way she sinks down onto me.
“Oh!” Her head tips back. “You feel… fuller this way.”
I grip her hips, guiding her. She rises and falls, taking me deep. Her nipples drag across my chest, sending jolts straight up my spine. Her slick heat squeezes around me, fluttering as she adjusts.
