“Haydyn—”
“But first, I want to hear you say my name as we fuck.”
I moaned. Because YES, PLEASE.
Then he rushed me. Our bodies collided seconds before our mouths did.
Haydyn’s kiss was ravaging. It was a man’s kiss. Dark, deep, and sexual.
His hand fisted in my hair as he held me, and I grasped on to him as he plundered my mouth. I whimpered against his tongue as his other hand gripped my arse to pull me into the erection straining the zipper of his jeans. The whimper turned to a moan, reverberating into his mouth. Haydyn ground his hips harder into me, squeezing my arse. I slid my hands under his sweater in answer, shivering at the delicious feel of his smooth, hot skin beneath my fingertips.
He groaned as I touched his nipples. The sound rumbled in my mouth as we kissed harder, messy, sexy, wild kisses I’d never experienced before in my life.
I needed him inside me.
Fumbling for the button on his jeans, I silently told him as much.
Then suddenly, I was in Haydyn’s arms for a few seconds before finding myself on the bed, Haydyn covering my body as we tugged at each other’s clothing. Well, he tugged at my underwear. Haydyn broke our kiss to unclip my bra with a deftness of touch that told me he was well experienced in unclipping bras. He took hold of it and ripped it away from me, throwing it over his shoulder. His fiery eyes devoured my naked breasts.
“One day—before Halloween—I came home early from work,” he said as his hips undulated against me with a mind of their own. “You were helping Michael with a science experiment for school.”
Bemused, I asked, “The potato osmosis lab?”
“Aye. For some reason it involved water and Michael was being a typical kid and splashing tap water everywhere. He drenched you. I could see your nipples, see your shape.” He cupped me, squeezing my breast, and I pushed my hips into his undulations. Haydyn’s hungry gaze moved to mine. “I had to hide in my room from you like a teenager because I was hard.”
“Really?” I’d never have known. I remembered him being a wee bit brusque that afternoon but I hadn’t known why.
He nodded. “That night was the first night of many I showered with my hand wrapped around my dick, fantasizing about fucking you.”
Wet slickened between my legs. “Haydyn.”
He caressed me, plucking at my nipples as they tightened into hard points. “I lost interest in dating other women. I couldn’t be with anyone else when all I could think about was you. And all the ways I wanted to make you mine.”
“Do it,” I begged, my mind a haze of lust. “Haydyn, please. I want you too. So badly.”
His answer was a triumphant, plundering kiss.
I frantically pulled off his shirt, breaking the kiss to do it, wanting to explore his beautiful body … but then he bent his head to my breasts, sucking a nipple deep into his mouth, and I forgot about everything but what he was doing to me.
I cried out, arching against him.
His long fingers curled around my underwear, and he tugged them down my thighs. They got caught around my ankles, and I kicked to get them off. My patience was obliterated. “I need you, Haydyn. I need you so much.”
“Fuck,” he murmured, his eyes wild with want. “I could only dream you felt the same way.” He kissed me again, slow, languorous, torturing me with pleasure.
In answer, I fumbled for his zipper. As I slid my hand inside his boxers to feel his throbbing, hard heat, he slipped his hand between my legs, sliding his fingers into me. The wet he found there made him groan into my mouth. He tore his lips from mine, and my chest rose and fell in frenzied breaths as he stared into my eyes with a tenderness that filled me with certainty.
“You’re beyond ready, sweetheart.” His expression turned harsh with need, and he gently captured the hand I had wrapped around him and removed it. He pinned my hand to the bed.
Anticipation made me squirm beneath him. Haydyn never broke eye contact as he shoved down his jeans and boxers just far enough to release himself.
Then he captured my other hand and held me down by the wrists. My panting filled the room, and I let my legs fall open wide as he nudged against me.
He pushed into me with a long, relieved groan.
My desire eased his way considerably, and that overwhelming fullness I’d been desperate for caused a pleasure pain to zing down my spine.
“More,” I begged.
