Page 96 of Worth Loving You

Her lashes batted, astonishment crossing her features as she realized she’d spoken too frankly. She licked her lips and blushed. “You…heard?”

Curling my mouth into a mischief grin, I nodded stiffly. “Every slap of your body hitting his, the headboard banging the wall.”

The smile faded and my fingertip traced along the underside of her jaw. “Every moan,” I whispered, brushing her bottom lip. My head tilted, recalling that night so clearly. I had left my bedroom door open so I could hear her screams, yanking my dick, pretending like it was my body she was banging against.

“Hearing you tell him to fuck you, Christ, kitten, I came so hard when you said that.”

The color drained from her complexion, her eyes glossing. “You were…mastur—” She gulped, and sighed, not finishing the word.

I stood up just enough to round the bar, caressing her neck. Her lids fluttered and she shivered, goosebumps scattering across her skin. Tilting my head, I looked down and smiled at the hard nipples pushing through the thin blouse.

“One of these days, I’m hoping to hear those sexy moans and those words directed toward me.”

“You?” she squeaked, breathing faster.

“Just say the words, we don’t have to do anything, just say the words so I know what it sounds like. One time, say it.”

“What?”

My fingers under her chin, I lifted and bowed down so my lips were close to hers. In a husky tone, I said, “Tell me to fuck you, kitten.”

She moaned and swayed, her pupils enlarging. Her voice breathy, she whispered, “Fuck me, Wyatt.”

My teeth ground together, my fingers clenching her throat. I was unprepared for the physical assault on my body hearing her say those words. My cock jolted in my jeans, throbbing painfully, my stomach knotting while my heart hit my ribs so hard, it knocked the wind from my lungs.

“Fuck, yes,” I croaked, stretching her neck so our noses touched. “Oh, god, kitten, thank you. I am going to be hearing that all fucking night while jacking off.”

She didn’t say anything, but her palms timidly laid on my pecs, her fingers spreading wide. Her sight bouncing back and forth between my eyes, her lips slightly parted, she trembled enough to make her hair shake. Lifting her brows a bit, she stretched her thumb out and rolled it over my nipple, pushing the barbell.

I took a slow, ragged breath through my nose, my jaw locked. Her expression one of curiosity, her focus never leaving my face, she toyed with the piercing, rolling it around.

A tremor shot down my spine and I grunted.

“So, it feels good?” she whispered.

“They ain’t for looks, kitten,” I rasped, panting quicker.

A tiny whimper squeaked from her mouth before she bent forward and pulled one between her lips.

My jaw fell with a grunt, my stomach caving. Bombarded with an arousal that seemed to stem from the center of my core, burning my nerves with electricity, I grabbed the back of her head and groaned.

Holy shit, I needed to be inside this woman. It was an obsession of mine now. No longer part of Milo’s sick, twisted way of testing her loyalty like we’d done for years, I was after this woman for my own needs. I was going to lose my mind if I didn’t get to experience her soon.

She paused, to my chagrin. That had felt so goddamn good! When she didn’t do anything, I tenderly tugged at her hair, pulling her away.

She was passed out.

“Shit.”

Carefully swooping her into my arms, I grunted at the weight, but was still able to carry her without problems. I shuffled toward the hallway and rounded the wall to the master suite, kicking the door open. Laying her on top of the sheets, I brushed her hair off her face, standing up to rake my focus along her body.

I had had every intention of taking advantage of her tonight once she was drunk. Realizing what I had at the bar, however, my tactics had shifted, wanting to gain her sexually the proper way. Standing here, looking at her, hearing her tell me to fuck her, something was twisting my insides into a knot, and the only relief would be to fuck her senseless.

Now that she was passed out and I could do whatever I wanted, the desire was gone. When I had this woman, she had to be fully conscious, or I wouldn’t get those moans and screams I was longing for.

Besides, something was different. She wasn’t just a piece of ass to add to my collection. I…respected this woman.

My palm on her cheek, I bent over, my lips almost touching her. No, I wouldn’t even steal a kiss. I wanted every intimate touch to be because she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.