Page 81 of Naughty & Nice
If it’s possible, my heart rate picks up even more and I swear to god, it stops entirely the beat before his lips brush her skin.
She whimpers as he kisses her, and a potent shot of desire goes through me.
Holy shit.
Ignoring Wilder, I focus on Noelle.
Her eyes are wide open now. Wide and full of undiluted desire, but there’s also fear there.
“It’s okay,” I assure her quietly. “Enjoy it.”
She continues to stare at me with hesitation in her dark green eyes.
Needing to prove that I mean what I’m saying, one of my hands wraps around her waist, a few inches from where Wilder is still pinning her in place against him, and I cup her jaw, the opposite side to where Wilder is kissing her.
Leaning forward, I rest my brow against hers.
“You want to stop, we stop,” I promise her.
She nods. The movement is so slight that I probably wouldn’t notice if I weren’t touching her.
“I love you,” she breathes.
My heart swells just like it has every time she’s said it since we embarked on this thing.
Fuck. It’s only been a day.
How is that even possible?
Sure, we might have only been intimate since yesterday, but we’ve been together for our entire lives, we just hadn’t realized it.
“Oh,” she gasps, her breath rushing out of her, and when I look over, I find Wilder sucking a hickey into her neck.
A wave of possessiveness rushes through me. Closing the couple of inches between us, I crash our lips together.
She kisses me with even more desperation than she did earlier.
Her tongue tangles with me, her body silently begging for more.
It terrifies me.
Wilder is more than likely in his element right now. He does this kind of thing every weekend. He knows exactly what to do, where to touch, and how to make her feel good.
I’m still learning.
Dragging my lips from hers, I kiss down the other side of her throat, my hand sliding up to her breast, squeezing and pinching the way I know she likes.
The fabric of her hoodie bumps against my hand, and when I look down, I find Wilder’s fingers wrapped around it.
Releasing my hold on her, I allow him to drag it off, leaving her standing in only her thin tank and tiny shorts.
Her nipples are peaked and obvious behind the fabric. The sight of them makes my mouth water.
“That’s better,” Wilder muses. “What do you think, Rix?”
“Hot,” I muse, letting my eyes trace down the lines of her body. “Really fucking hot.”
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about.” Wilder’s fingers thread into Noelle’s hair and he gently tugs her head back, twisting her exactly as he wants her.