Page 65 of Now and Then

She rises without breaking eye contact and removes her leggings and underwear.

“You’re perfect.”

When she settles back on my lap, my hands tighten on her hips. I’m so tempted to flip her over and taste her, but this is not where I thought tonight would lead, and I want to savor these moments with her.

“Hunter?” She holds my face in her hands.

I drag my gaze up her body and dive into the emerald green sea of her eyes.

“Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to touch me?”

The hint of brattiness rattles me in a good way, and I flip her onto her back, pressing her into the couch. Her legs fall open, and the air between us goes tight.

I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, down her neck, and across the tops of her breasts. I remove her bra and take her nipple into my mouth. She arches into me.

“Play with yourself.” I take her other breast into my mouth, pulling and tugging at her flesh.

Her arm flexes, and I know she’s touching herself. I lose all sense of self-control, sit back, and brazenly look down.

“I love watching you,” I say.

Her breaths come faster with each passing second.

“What would I be doing if that hand was mine?” I ask.

“This.” Her hand moves faster, more desperate, like she’s chasing something she’s tired of denying.

“Stop thinking,” I tell her. “It’s just us.”

“I know, but . . .”

“But what?”

“I need . . .” She looks to her right and left, then turns her fiery gaze back to me. “I need my vibrator.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because,” she whispers, “it can take a while for me sometimes.”

I pin her with a searing gaze. “Sutton, I’m not in a hurry.”

Sutton shrugs, but continues to pleasure herself. She seems almost embarrassed, and it’s clear to me now that the men she’s been with have made her feel some kind of way about struggling to find her own pleasure.

“Sit up and scoot to the end of the couch,” I tell her.

She pulls her hand from between her legs and sits up. I stand, and in a matter of seconds, I’ve got my jeans unbuttoned and tossed away. Sutton’s mouth drops open as she blatantly watches me stroke myself.

“Don’t stop,” I urge.

She spreads her thighs for me again. They glisten with moisture. With one hand, she pulls at her nipple.

I drop to my knees in front of her—one hand stroking myself, the other sliding up her thigh. “Don’t think, baby girl. Just feel.” I touch her like I’ve been waiting my whole life to. Watching her face more than my hands.

Sutton never closes her eyes, focused on every movement.

I bite my lip, imagining her lips wrapped around me. I ease a second finger inside her.

She groans, hips lifting toward me. Her body shudders around my touch, and she makes a sound that wrecks me.