Page 46 of The P*ssy Next Door
Seven crawled inside the box and made himself at home, rolling around in the catnip.
I pulled her close, my hands settling on her rounded hips. “Do I get extra points if I say that cats rule and dogs drool?”
“Yes.”
Our lips met in a slow, deep kiss that sent sparks dancing along my nerve endings. I poured every ounce of love and longing into that kiss, my fingers sliding beneath the hem of her shirt to caress the soft, warm skin of her waist.
Willa sighed into my mouth, her hands fisting in my hoodie. “But I'll have to award those points later, because right now, Hayes, I need you. Naked.”
I scooped her up bridal-style, relishing her squeal of surprise and the way she clung to my shoulders. “Then let's not waste any more time.”
I carried her up the stairs to my bedroom two at a time, never happier that I'd chosen the athletic life that allowed me to carry my girl to bed. She taunted me every step of the way with her lips nibbling along the skin at my throat and my jaw.
When I laid her gently on the bed, her dark hair fanning out across the pillows, I had to take a second just to look at her.
She was breathtaking, all curves and softness and everything I'd ever dreamed of. This time I was not going to miss out on seeing every inch of her skin. I pushed my hands under the hem of her shirt and slid it up, up, up, until she had to lift her arms so I could pull it over her head. But remembering the romance novel I sped through this morning, I trapped her arms in the fabric of the shirt and held her hands up there so I could look my fill.
I traced a finger along the faint stretch marks on her belly, marveling at their delicate beauty, then bent my head and followed that same path with my tongue. “God, Willa. You're so fucking perfect.”
She flushed and squirmed, but I didn't let her free. Not yet. She could be bossy all she wanted to later, but it was my turn to touch her and taste her.
“I'm not, Hayes. I've got plenty of flaws just like anyone else.”
I shook my head, pressing a kiss to the top of each of her rounded breasts. I was going to lose myself between them. “All I see is the woman I love, in all her gorgeous, sexy glory.”
Willa let out a husky, watery laugh. “Okay, Casanova. You've been reading romance novels, haven't you? You don't have to seduce me you know. I'm a sure thing at this point.”
I grinned unabashedly. “Guilty on the romance novel part. What did you think I did when you went home and Xander sawed logs on my couch? I wanted to learn what you liked.”
“Oh, man, I hope you were reading rom-coms and not dark romance, because I swear to god, if you try telling me to crawl to you, or start stalking me… I promise that red flags and morally gray heroes are only sexy in fiction, Hayes.”
Noted. “Where do dragon shifters fall on your book boyfriend scale?”
She laughed again. “I like the kind you can ride. Now let me up so I can show you exactly what kind of riding I mean.”
I leaned in for one more searing kiss while I had her captured. Her tongue tangled with mine and she moaned so softly it was almost a whimper. I wanted to hear that sound over and over, and I was gonna try everything I'd studied to make sure I did.
When I broke the kiss and she looked up at me with those dark, glassy eyes that had so much need in them, I thought I'd die if I didn't fulfill every one of those desires I saw there.
I let her go, tossing her shirt aside, and we both shed the rest of our clothes in a flurry of roaming hands and heated kisses. When we were finally skin to skin, I had to take a steadying breath. The feel of her, all silky warmth and thick, enticing curves, threatened to short-circuit my brain.
But this was about her, about showing Willa just how cherished and desired she was. I trailed my lips down her throat, pausing to lavish attention on her tits that I could get lost in they were so big. But my real goal was the soft, plush belly, that curve of a pooch just above her pussy. I had fucking fantasies about licking it and biting it and coming all over it.
I kissed my way from her belly button to the peak of her stomach and indulged myself with just a nibble of that soft belly. I wanted to taste each blessed inch of her body.
When I reached the apex of her thighs, I glanced up at her, “Tell me to go down on you, Willa. Let me hear you say it.”
Her fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me closer. “Holy hell, yes. I need your mouth on me.”
“More, Willa. Tell me to fuck you with my tongue.” Making her tell me what she wanted was the best way I knew of to ensure she wanted everything we did together.
She licked her lips and the grip of her fingers of my scalp went tighter. “You've got a dirty mouth. Use it to make me come, Hayes.”
Mmm. Hell yeah. With a groan of pure male satisfaction, I set about learning every secret place that made her gasp and writhe, committing each breathy moan to memory. I'd read about and studied whole-ass charts about how the clitoris wasn't just the sexy as fuck little nub in front of my face. So even though I wanted to suck it between my lips, I opted to go for swirling my tongue around and around to see if that's what she liked.
That first taste of her blew my fucking mind. My dick went so damn hard I was going to poke a hole through the mattress.
“Oh god,” she panted, her hips rocking against my face. “Hayes, right there.”