Nerdy (Unexpected Lovers, #2) - J.B. Heller Page 0,32

more than kiss since I blew him after the luncheon earlier in the week, and his nearness makes my pulse pound in my ears. There’s nothing stopping us from taking this to the next level now... nothing at all.

His large palm cups the back of my neck, then his free hand is tipping my chin and turning my face to him as he presses in against my back. His soft lips brush mine ever so gently once, then twice, before his tongue glides over my bottom lip, drawing a moan from me as he simultaneously rocks his erection into my butt.

My hands lift to grip the back of his head as he deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue inside my mouth. I twist in his embrace until we’re facing each other. I wrap my arms around his neck. He drops his hands to my ass and lifts as I jump and hook my legs around his hips.

He walks us to the massive four-poster bed, laying me on the soft comforter but never breaking the kiss. I claw at his back, desperate for him, for this, for us.

Dragging his mouth down my throat, he groans. “Christ, Em, I want you so fucking bad.”

I moan and rock my hips up into him, encouraging him to keep going. He lifts his head from my flesh only long enough to tear my shirt off, then his mouth is back on me, nibbling, licking, sucking.

“Take off your clothes,” I demand, yanking at the hem of his tee.

“Not yet,” he says, his amber eyes burning into me as he kisses between my breasts, down my stomach to the edge of my yoga pants. “It’s my turn to drive you mad with my mouth,” he states, sliding my pants and underwear over my hips then dragging them down my legs.

I shiver at not just his words, but the intense and determined look in his eyes.

“Fuuuck,” he groans, staring between my legs, then his tongue darts out, and he takes one long, slow lick of me, and I cry out. “Stay still, Miss Moss,” he instructs. “I’m going to eat this pretty pussy like it’s my last meal.”

And he does. Holy freaking shit he does. He brings me to climax embarrassingly quickly with just his tongue, and I’m panting and trying to catch my breath when he slides a finger inside me and it starts again.

I’m a quivering mass of bliss and ecstasy by the time he rids himself of his own clothing, retrieves a condom from God knows where, and climbs over me. My teeth sink into my bottom lip as he hovers above me, satisfaction, desire, and so much more shining in his eyes.

“You ready for me?” he asks in a guttural tone that has my insides clenching all over again.

I nod furiously, wrap my legs around his hips, and dig my heels into his tight ass. “Please,” I beg. “Fuck me, Sebastian. I need to fee—”

He impales me with his thick dick, and my eyes close, my head tipping back as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Yes, oh God, yes,” I babble as pleasure sweeps through my entire body. He feels so good. So fucking good I could cry.

His lips brush over the edge of my jaw, then his strong hand is gripping it, tipping it down so he can take my mouth in a punishing kiss. He pumps into me with a savage ferocity. “So fucking wet for me, Miss Moss,” he says into my mouth.

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Tell me,” he demands. “Tell me how much you like my cock.”

“Yes, oh God,” I cry. “So good, uh, so fucking good.”

He releases my jaw, planting his hand beside my head and propping himself up and changing the angle as he continues to drive into me. My legs slide from his hips, and he shifts again. He takes one and rests it against his chest, then his fingers dig into my thighs so hard I know it’s going to bruise, but that just excites me more.

My body clenches, tightens, and shudders as pleasure builds inside me. “I’m going to...” I whimper.

“Yes, baby, come on my cock. Come for me, baby,” Sebastian says, his thrusts becoming erratic, his breathing stilted.

I throw my head back as wave after wave of pure ecstasy crash over me. My mind goes blank, and I’m nothing more than a puddle of bliss as I come down from the most intense orgasm I’ve had in a long-ass time.

Sebastian grits his teeth, twists his