Page 65 of Her Loving Hero

Emily bit his lower lip. Hard. Harder.

“Ouch.”

“I want my other kisses,” she panted.

Her flushed face only showed dazed passion, curiosity that mirrored a little bit of his frustration.

“Emily-” he started.

“Action. I need touches and kisses on my breasts. Less talk.”

At last.

He cupped one tender breast in his hand and she shuddered. But he was watching her and saw nothing but pleasure, nothing but satisfaction. Wyatt, traced the pale pink bud with his thumb and watched it pebble to a dusky rose color. Her delicate hand clapped over his.

“Em?”

“Harder?” Then her breath stuttered out. “Was that okay to ask?”

“However you feel. Whatever you want, is perfect.” He molded her taut flesh more boldly and was rewarded with Emily’s moan of pleasure.

“I like that.”

He smiled, his teeth gritted. “Then you’re going to love this.”

He plumped her breast even more and bent to brush the satin tip with his tongue.

“Wyatt,” she screeched and tried to snatch him bald. He held her in place and continued to torture her. He loved the sound of his name called over and over as she undulated on the couch and he found out just what a passionate woman she was. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same sort of attention.

Wyatt saw her sawing her legs open and closed. She was so close. He moved one hand down and caressed the top of her thigh. She mewled, she was clenching her thighs together, Wyatt tried to bring his hand closer to the apex of her thighs. At the same time, Wyatt gloried in the feel of her silky flesh against his tongue, and the sounds of his name being chanted in his ear.

She moved her head and cried out. “More.”

He carefully cupped her through her jeans, and Emily clamped her thighs around his hands. He moved his thumb against the seam. Pressed. Circled.

Emily shouted out his name as Wyatt watched her eyes alight with ecstasy.