Page 33 of Spark

Her lips parted and she blinked up at him. No, Dex wasn’t much for talking, especially not when it came to feelings. But with this woman, he couldn’t help it. He also couldn’t stop thinking about what Hugh said. But he didn’t want to make a mistake with Hattie.

And she’d said she wanted to slow things down, but that was a week ago. Before they’d spent every night together, talking and laughing and fucking.

Before he’d told her things he’d never told anyone else and she’d done the same. And before she’d agreed to go to the wedding with him. Maybe that didn’t seem like a lot of time, but time didn’t seem to mean anything when it came to her. He didn’t need more of it to analyze the way he felt. He knew. He already knew.

He tugged open her nightstand drawer, where he’d tossed some condoms a few nights ago, and shoved his hand in. His fingers touched something long and hard and rubbery.

A cock. Her vibrator.

He pulled it out, getting a better look at it, and an image of Hattie using it on herself filled his head.

“That’s Bob,” she said under him.

His chest expanded, his lust-filled thoughts causing heat to wash through him, as if he wasn’t hot enough already for Hattie. He released a rough exhale as he got a better look at it, finding how to turn it on and doing just that.

He glanced down at her. “Why don’t you show me what you and Bob get up to when you’re by yourself?”

“You want to”—she licked her lips—“watch me?”

“Fuck yes.” He started to shake with how much he wanted that. “Please,” he rasped.

Christ, he was all but begging her to give him what he wanted. He almost took it back, not wanting to pressure her, but so desperate and hungry to watch her use that on herself he couldn’t think straight.

She licked her lips again. “Okay,” she whispered. “You can watch…but you can’t touch.” The look in her eyes said she was fully into this as well. That the idea of Dex watching her play with her toy made her just as hot.

He was close to coming in his jeans. “No touching you?”

She shook her head. “But you can touch yourself.”

He nodded, throat so tight he couldn’t talk. He’d be touching himself all right.

Hattie held out her hand, and he gave her the vibrator and lay beside her, eating up the sight of her. All those soft curves, her insanely beautiful body visible through the sheer scrap of fabric she was wearing.

He groaned when she let her thighs fall open and, turning the cock in her hand onto its lowest setting, held it against her pussy.

Hattie bit her lip instantly.

Fuck. “Good?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Her lips were glossy from her licking them, slightly parted, and Dex fucking moaned when her little pink tongue darted out, gliding along her upper lip again.

“Sometimes I use lube, but I don’t need it tonight,” she whispered.

“No?”

She shook her head.

“You drenched, sweetness?”

She nodded and slid it between her delicate pussy lips, spreading herself with it, running it over her clit, her tight little opening.

“Christ, that’s…” He reached down and squeezed his dick through his jeans.

“How hard are you, Dex?”

“As a fucking rock.”