Page 16 of Wrecked By Rev

“Then do more.”

Christ.

She gets my shirt open and shoves it off my shoulders. Her palms press flat against my chest, sliding over ink and muscle, and when her nails scrape lightly over my nipples I hiss through my teeth.

“Bedroom,” I say. It’s not a request.

“Down the hall.”

I stand up with her wrapped around me. I carry her down the hall and kick open the door, and then we’re falling onto her bed in a tangle of limbs and heat.

I pin her beneath me. Look down at her—flushed, breathless, eyes dark with want.

“I’ve thought about this,” I tell her. “For years. Thought about what you’d look like under me. What sounds you’d make when I got my hands on you.”

“And?”

“Reality’s better.” I kiss down her throat. “But I’m just getting started.”

I unhook her bra and drag it off, and then her breasts are bare and I can’t think about anything except getting my mouth on her. I suck one nipple between my lips and she arches off the bed, a broken moan spilling out of her.

“Rev—God?—”

“That’s it.” I switch to the other side, licking and sucking until she’s squirming under me. “Let me hear you.”

Her hands are in my hair, pulling, holding me against her. I work my way down her body—kissing, biting, tasting every inch of skin I can reach. When I get to her jeans, I look up at her.

“These need to go.”

She lifts her hips and helps me drag them down along with her underwear, and then she’s naked beneath me and the sight of her nearly stops my heart.

I spread her thighs. She’s slick and swollen and the scent of her arousal hits me and I have to take a second just to breathe.

“You’re soaked.” I drag one finger through her wetness and she whimpers. “All this for me?”

“Yes—please?—”

I lower my mouth to her and she cries out at the first stroke of my tongue. I pin her hips down and eat her like I’ve been starving for her—because I have. Six years of want poured into every lick, every suck, every flick of my tongue against her clit until she’s shaking apart beneath me with a scream.

I work her through it, then kiss my way back up her body.

“I need you inside me.” Her voice is wrecked. “Now, Rev. I can’t wait anymore.”

I strip out of my remaining clothes. Her eyes drag down my body, lingering on my cock, and she licks her lips in a way that makes me throb.

I position myself between her thighs.

“Look at me,” I tell her.

She does. Brown eyes meeting mine, and I see everything there—the want, the trust, the need. The same thing I’ve been feeling for years.

I push inside her.

The sound she makes—this broken, desperate moan—I feel it everywhere. She’s tight and wet and so fucking hot I have to hold still for a second, jaw clenched, every muscle locked down.

“You feel incredible,” I grit out. “So tight.”

“Move.” She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper. “Please, I need?—”