Page 102 of With the Assist

I fall onto the mattress with a soft bounce, and he follows immediately, weight settling between my legs. His mouth gets more desperate as if he’s trying to devour me before I change my mind.

No part of me wants to stop this. I want this. With him.

My hands are everywhere as I tug off his shirt, scraping my fingers down his back. His abs look like they are carved from stone, and I think I audibly whimper.

No man should look this good. His body is toned perfection earned through years of dedicated focus, which makes it even sexier.

Every time he shifts against my body, heat pulses low in my belly.

“Fuck Wesley,” he breathes against my mouth, the words torn out of him. “I’ve been waiting for two weeks to have you under me again.”

I hook a leg around his hip, dragging him in, and the sound he makes this time is rougher. His mouth moves to my neck, sucking like he wants to mark the moment into my skin. My head tilts back, letting him.

Every shift of his weight and every brush of his hands makes my body chase more. He grinds into me, and I can feel how hard he is against my thigh.

“Last time, we were cut short.” I almost don’t recognize the breathy sound that slips out as I continue grinding against him.

“The worst interruption of my life,” he teases, his mouth brushing against my ear before nipping at it.

My hands roam over his chest. “Poor pizza delivery guy got an earful.”

His eyes darken. “I hope he enjoyed it while he could, because now, I’m the only one who gets to hear you moan like that, Wes.”

I should point out that that’s not the deal, but dammit if possessive Nathan doesn't have my mouth dry and my panties wet.

He shifts, pressing his cock against my pussy, and even with the layers of material between us, I can feel how big he is.

Tonight, there won’t be anything stopping me from exploring that particular part of his body.

My shirt and bra are yanked off without ceremony, just hands and urgency. The bed creaks beneath us as he crowds me back into the mattress, his gaze heady as he takes in my body. His eyes take their time scanning from my face down to my chest, reaching out to graze his hands across my breasts. By the time he looks back up, his pupils are blown wide.

Leaning back in, his mouth trails down my chest, closing around my nipple. His tongue swirls around the peak while his hand toys with the other. My breath is sharp as my body arches off the mattress. He smirks against my skin.

There’s something attractive and daunting about how he moves as if he knows exactly what he wants from me. It’s like he’s more in tune with my body than I am, meeting every desperate sigh and plea before they fall off my lips.

I meet him with the same hunger, nails biting into his shoulders so hard they’ll leave marks.

My hand trails down his back before reaching around to palm his cock through his jeans, forcing a groan from deep in his chest. The sound spurs me on, so I do it again and again, until he looks up at me, eyes pleading.

“Don’t make me come yet, baby, not before I’ve been inside you.” His voice is a whisper against my skin, causing goosebumps to form.

It’s an enticing idea, making Nathan Wilder come in his pants with only my hand, but it’ll have to wait.

Everything on his face says he wants me to keep touching him, but he pulls himself out of my grasp and slides down my body, tugging my jeans and panties down with him.

“Then get inside me.” It’s practically begging, but I can’t bring myself to care.

I’m aching for him.

I squirm under his hands as he finishes stripping me. My thighs squeeze together, but he uses one hand to push them open. When he glides a finger across my slit, I can hear how wet I already am for him. His eyes watch me carefully as he sucks my clit into his mouth, groaning as he grinds himself against my bed.

I’ve never been into foreplay. Before Nathan, I would’ve said it was wasted time before the good stuff. But watching him toy with my clit while he grinds himself into my bed is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. There is nothing about this that’s wasted time. All I can do is picture how good it’ll feel when he’s thrusting into me instead of against my sheets.

He licks directly up my slit, breathing a sigh of relief. “I’ve been dying to taste you for weeks.”

“Nathan,” I beg when he licks me slower.

He pulls away, a smile breaking across his face, “Say my name again.”