Page 72 of Finding Hayes
“What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly, with your hot little body rubbing up against mine, I’m thinking about that kiss we shared. It’s all I fucking think about most nights when I get into bed.”
“I think about it, too.”
“Yeah? What do you think that means?” I asked, my fingers tracing along the sliver of silky skin between the waistband of her sleep shorts and the hem of her tank top.
“I think it means you’re attracted to your wife, and I’m attracted to my husband,” she whispered.
“It would complicate things because I don’t know that a kiss will be enough,” I admitted. I wanted her. More than I’d ever wanted anyone or anything.
“I’m not a sandcastle, Hayes. You’re not going to break me. I want you.”
I want you.
That was all that I needed to hear.
My mouth crashed into hers, hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to grant me better access. Her lips parted, inviting me in, and I explored that sweet mouth like my life depended on it.
Her hips started grinding up against mine, and my dick throbbed against my briefs. My hand moved up her back beneath her tank top, pressing her against me as I stroked her skin.
Breaths and moans surrounded us, and our tongues tangled as she ground up and down my cock, with only a little bit of cotton between us. And fuck, did I want this woman.
She moved faster.
Harder.
She was close.
Her head fell back as our lips lost contact, and she panted and dug her nails into my shoulders.
I gripped her hip on one side and helped her ride me harder, knowing what she needed.
“Come for me now, Sav,” I demanded.
And that’s exactly what she did. She went right over the edge on a gasp, and I fucking loved the way her body shook and trembled in my arms. I continued moving her up and down so she could ride out every last bit of pleasure.
And damn if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Her breathing slowed, and her gaze locked with mine in the bit of moonlight peeking through the blinds.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I said. I’d never been an emotional man. That was a complaint of Kate’s, and she’d been right about that. I didn’t feel things or get overwhelmed by emotions the way others did.
But seeing Savannah fall apart like that—it fucking did something to me.
Her hand moved to my erection, which was now hard as a rock.
“How about you let me make you feel good.”
I wrapped my hand around her wrist to stop the movement. “I want that, but I need something first.”
“Tell me,” she said, her voice raspy and sated.
“I need to taste my wife right fucking now. I need to bury my face between your thighs and feel you come on my lips. I’ve thought about it so many times, Sav.”
“How about we do it together? You taste me and I taste you. You aren’t the only one who’s thought about it.”
Fuck me.
