Mancave (Wild Men 3)

“But I’m just…” I gasp when his tongue licks a long, hot path between my legs, over my clit. “Just worried. You’ve been so stressed about leaving the shop with Kaden.”

“You’re still way too coherent,” he growls, and looks up at me, dark eyes flashing with amusement and arousal. “Clearly, I need to up my game.”

He pushes my legs wider and presses his face between them, his tongue stabbing into me, his fingers stroking, pushing into me as he sucks on my clit, and holy crap, he’s hellbent on making me scream loud enough for the kids to hear.

“Matt…” I push at his massive shoulders, hovering on the edge

of release, my legs shaking, my core clenching tight.

He draws back instantly, brows knitting. “What? Did I hurt you?”

“No, I’m fine. Just…” I struggle to catch my breath. “I want you inside me. And naked. On the bed with me.”

His gaze softens, then the flames in his eyes flare. “I like the sound of that.”

Reaching behind his head, he yanks his dark sweater and T-shirt over his head and throws it down, then starts on his belt, and I sit up to watch, heat spreading through me at the sight of his inked, muscular chest and arms. My gaze travels down his bulging pecs to his defined abs and the bulge in his pants.

I lick my lips, my skin too hot, a fever of desire sweeping through me. God, this guy gets sexier every time I look. With his silken dark hair falling on his forehead, long black lashes like soot on his cheekbones, soft lips parted, he’s so handsome my heart aches.

He glances up, catches me looking, and winks. “See something you like, Mrs. Hansen?”

“Maybe.”

He makes a show of unbuttoning his worn jeans and pushing them down his narrow hips. “I should make you pay for this peepshow.”

“Wives get in for free,” I inform him, reaching for him. “Let me.”

“I’m the one who’s getting inside,” he mutters, eyes going heavy-lidded as I slide his briefs down his legs, letting his heavy cock spring free. “Inside you.”

Oh yeah… “Come here.” I wrap my fingers around the thickness of his cock, loving the feel of him, so hard and long and throbbing in my hand. “I need you.”

A sound escapes him, a low groan, and it tightens everything in me with desire. My skin feels too tight, too hot, my pulse beating in my throat, in my wrists, deep inside my belly.

He pulls back, in two movements gets rid of his boots, socks, pants and briefs, and is on me, his mouth pressed to mine, warm and demanding. When his tongue demands entrance, I part my lips.

I slide my hands over his broad shoulders, his thick biceps, my body arching up in appreciation. He shifts, pressing his hard-on between my legs, and it’s too much. I feel like I’m going to come just from the pressure where I need him most.

His hands are frantically working on the small buttons on the front of my blouse, but eventually he curses against my mouth and sits back, tugging at the hem of said blouse. “Take it off, or I’m gonna rip this damn thing to shreds to get it off you. Need to touch you.”

Skin to skin. I know how he feels. It’s always the same with him. We only made love yesterday, and I slept in his arms all night, but it’s as if we’ve been apart for months and can’t wait to get our hands on each other.

Together we pull my blouse off, and he stares at my boobs, his eyes darkening.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes reverently, and reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, letting my boobs spill out. “Holy shit, you’re so beautiful.”

He means it. I see it in his dilated pupils, his uneven breath, his twitching hard-on, the shaky hand he lifts to push me back down on the mattress. He loves my swollen breasts, my rounded belly, the few extra pounds I put on since I got pregnant.

He loves me.

“Tay…” he whispers.

I close my eyes, overcome with emotion, and he leans over me. “Need you. Now.”

“You have me.” I open my eyes to find him lowering himself over me, one elbow braced by my head, cupping one boob with the other. His mouth curves up on one side in a sexy, crooked smirk. “But you’re not ready for me yet.”

“Of course I’m ready—ooh…” His mouth closes over the tip of my breast, sucking, teeth teasing, and pleasure shoots straight down, right where his hand is now sliding, slipping between my thighs, teasing, stroking. “Matt…”

He switches to my other breast, licking my hardened nipple, blowing cool air on it, sucking lightly, and it’s so sensitive these days the pleasure mingles with pain.