Dirty Talker (Slayers Hockey #4) - Mira Lyn Kelly Page 0,44

his hair.

“You like that, Good Girl?” he growls against me. “You like my mouth on your sweet pussy?”

I don’t know if I actually answer with words, but his rough chuckle tells me he understands all the same.

His right arm loops beneath my thigh, his hand closing over my hip to pull me closer, open me more.

My head rocks back against the wall, my eyes squinting closed as he works me with dirty praise and promises.

“So wet for me… So hot.”

Teases me with his lips, his teeth.

“Could eat you for days… That’s it, Good Girl…”

With deep, penetrating thrusts of his tongue and slow, swirling licks that have need spearing through me, sharp and sweet.

This is amazing. So good.

Drugging and addictive.

I’m almost there. That needy coil so tight within me I’m mindless.

So close.

And then he’s circling my opening with the blunt end of his finger.

“Please,” I gasp, rocking into the touch.

He sinks deep and I stop breathing.

“Feel so good, Harlow. So slick and soft.”

Flicking his tongue against me, he pumps his fingers in time. “So tight.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Never gonna stop.” He gives me another finger, stretching me so I clench and spasm around him. “Never gonna get enough of your sweetness.”

“More,” I beg, my body so far gone there’s nothing but Wade and his mouth and this storm within me that’s about to break.

“Want to give you more.” His fingers meet that spot deep inside with a soft caress as he brushes his lips against my clit. “Want to give you everything.”

I’m nodding, desperate.

“One more night won’t be enough for all the fun we could have—”

He vees his fingers and twists.

“Let me make it good—” Another circling stroke of his tongue takes me to the edge and then stops short. Has me clutching at his hair, pushing my hips into the contact I can’t get enough of.

I’m shaking, burning up. My body in a rebellion like I’ve never known.

Wade pulls back, his mouth hovering a breath away from relief. “Give me the week, Good Girl.”

“Anything.” Anything he wants.

His fingers crook, finding that spot again and pressing. “Say it, Harlow. A week. Give it to me.”

“Yes—Wade—please—a week!”

I catch the flash of his cocky smirk before his lips close around my clit and he sucks.

Every part of my being pulls in, concentrating and coalescing for a weighted beat before I come apart with a blistering intensity that goes on and on and on. He holds me tight, keeping me from collapsing as wave after wave of cresting pleasure rips through me. Until the world around me hazes out and there’s nothing but Wade’s deep voice rumbling against me.

“Mine. One week, Harlow.”

Chapter 17

Harlow

“It does too count,” Wade growls against my neck as we’re standing in the back of the living room watching Janie opening wedding gifts.

His arms are snug around my waist, holding me so my back is tight to his front.

“I was under duress.”

The light scrape of his stubble tickles my neck, making me wonder what it’s done to my skin in other places. My legs press together and I have to bite my lip from how sensitive I am.

How much I want him again.

All of him.

Wade stills behind me, his breath coming in a warm rush. I can feel the smile on his lips. “Time to go, Good Girl.”

Silently, I nod.

This is madness.

Wade edges past me and cuts over to where his mom is standing. A few quick words, then he’s tugging me outside, and we’re running for the truck. He throws the door open and before I can blink, he’s got me by the waist, lifting me into the passenger seat.

Laughing, I push at my dress to keep it from riding up. But Wade has other ideas.

He bites his bottom lip and pulls it through the sexy clasp of his teeth. “One look.”

“Not on your life!”

Only he’s nodding, that gleam in his eyes as naughty as I’ve ever seen. “They’re all oohing and ahhing over Janie’s new Instant Pot, but even if they checked outside, all they’ll see is the open door and my back. Come on. One peek.”

My eyes flare wide and, laughing, I check over his shoulder to the house filled with family and friends. “Absolutely not.”

His hands creep higher and beneath the dome light, I can see the hint of his tongue against the spot he just bit.

He is so… crazy… hot. My legs widen.

Satisfaction lights his eyes as his thumbs skate over the still bare, sensitive skin of my sex.

Someone wouldn’t give me my panties back after the boathouse.

“One