And maybe it makes me a foolish, lovestruck idiot, but I think I might be the only one who can help him recognize that.
Despite the pang of fear, I can’t stop myself from bringing my hand to his groin and running my palm over his very noticeable hard-on.
He groans in response.
God. Yes. This is what I wanted tonight. For a man to becomeundone by my touch.
And as I watch Wyatt’s expression darken with unadulterated need, I’m glad that man won’t be a random firefighter from a bar. I don’t think I’d care as much about the noises a stranger makes, not the way I care about Wyatt and how his breath hisses when I drag the heel of my palm along the thick ridge of his arousal.
I lower myself onto my knees in front of him, never breaking eye contact. His chest rises and falls faster. I glimpse the hunger in his gaze as he watches me, waiting. I run my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscles tense under my touch. He’s so damn sexy, and I love knowing that I’m the one who gets to do this to him.
“So…” I look up at him through my lashes, my fingers tracing the outline of his penis. “I was told you have a really good dick.”
He barks out a laugh. “Oh yeah?”
“Uh-huh. I heard everyone loves it,” I say, half teasing, half mocking.
“Don’t care about anyone else,” he mumbles. “Just you.”
“Really. You want me to love it?”
“Yes.”
I tug on his waistband and ease his sweatpants down, stifling a moan when his erection springs up. Long and thick, making my mouth water.
Wyatt’s lips quirk at whatever he sees in my eyes. He reaches down and wraps his fingers around his shaft. “You want this?” he says hoarsely.
“Yes.”
“Then take it, baby.”
Nudging his hand away, I gauge his reaction as I stroke him. His head falls back against the back of the lounger, and he hums in approval.
A flicker of uncertainty goes through me. As confident as I was five seconds ago, the truth is… I don’t know how to make a man beg.
“I…I need you to tell me how to please you.”
“Jesus,” he mutters.
“What?”
“You don’t get it, do you? You breathe, and it gets me hard. It won’t take much to please me.”
Pleasure dances through me. Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me before. I like it. It empowers me, renewing my confidence.
“At least tell me if I do something you don’t like?”
“Sure,” he says, and he seems amused, as if that’s impossible for me to do.
Anticipation coils inside me as I lean forward. I flick my tongue over his tip, and Wyatt’s entire body tenses. Then I draw him into my mouth, my hand gripping the base of his shaft. When I suck gently, his hips jerk up.
“That’s it. Just like that.” His hand rests on the back of my head, guiding me but not forcing. “Jesus. You look so fucking hot sucking my cock.”
I hum around him, loving how he feels in my mouth, filling it completely. His fingers bunch in my hair, and his breathing changes, becoming more ragged, more desperate. Good. I want him desperate. I pull back, smiling at the agony that floods his eyes.
“Keep going,” he pleads. “Please.”
A thrill shoots through me. Wyatt Graham is begging me to blow him. I never would’ve dreamed it.
